A week later, I finally returned to China as I wished.

　　My parents missed me a lot, and my fifth-grade brother clung to me directly.

　　Just when our family was enjoying our time together, Aunt Hui walked over with a fruit tray.

　　She placed it heavily on the coffee table and said, "Xiao Shen, Qiao Qiu, you must have spent a lot of money on the plane ticket for this trip back to China, right?"

　　"The little Shen in her mouth is my dad.

　　She usually calls him that.

　　Sometimes I wonder, did our family hire a nanny? Clearly, he is just a distant relative that we rarely see for years, but he always acts like an elder.

　　My younger brother Shen Lin proudly answered for my dad, 'Several tens of thousands.

　　My sister only travels in first-class cabins.' 'You are so generous,' Aunt Hui said sarcastically to my dad.

　　'Lin Lin is so young and still takes the subway to school every day.

　　She spends tens of thousands on just one plane ticket.

　　Is it worth it? I heard you're even going to buy her a car.

　　What kind of car does a young girl need? Even a big fortune cannot sustain such expenses.'

　　A few days ago during a video call, my dad did mention that he would buy me a car after returning to the country.

　　But, what does it have to do with her, my own father buying a car for his own daughter? I looked at her speechlessly and said, 'Do you have a say here?'

　　'Qiao Qiao, don't act so childish,' my dad pulled my arm and smiled at Aunt Hui.

　　'Sis, this is different.

　　The road to Lin Lin's school is always congested during rush hour.

　　Taking the subway is more convenient.

　　My wife and I really care about our daughter.

　　Not to mention tens of thousands for plane tickets, we would spend hundreds of thousands if needed.

　　Isn't making money for providing a better life for our children?'

　　Aunt Hui pursed her lips and sneered."