"All the girls in our class wear international brands or custom designer clothes. I feel like I'm from a refugee camp in Africa! No way, Mom, I'm going shopping with them on Sunday, you need to give me more money!"
Laura Pinley paused her chopstick action and looked at Scarlett Morris, "Your monthly allowance of fifty thousand isn't enough? Your sister hasn't even spent five thousand!"
Scarlett Morris glanced disdainfully at Ariel Morris, who was quietly eating, "She was brought back from the welfare home, how can she compare to me? If our family hadn't adopted her, would she even dream of a five thousand monthly allowance? Who knows where she'd be, picking up garbage!"
Ariel Morris's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened slightly, and she quietly continued eating.
"Scarlett! How can you speak like that?! Ariel is your sister!" Damien Morris scolded Scarlett Morris from the head of the table.
