Wang Xiaoliang snapped out of it and looked at the right side of the screen.
The likes were nothing special, but the shares were skyrocketing.
The comments were refreshing at a terrifying speed. The moment he opened them, he was swamped by the flood pouring in.
Good lord, they were packed as thick as a swarm of locusts.
At a glance, eight out of ten were hate comments.
"Are people really this shameless now? You feel superior for mooching off your parents?"
"A complete overgrown baby. Send her back to be remade."
"Your parents raised you when you were little, so you should support them when they're old! Not spend their retirement money without a shred of guilt! What kind of bullshit logic is that?"
"'My parents' money will be mine sooner or later'? Fuck off! That's their hard-earned money, not yours to squander!"
Wang Xiaoliang's palms grew sweaty as he read. Worry for Zhao Nan made his heart clench.
He kept scrolling, and another wave of completely opposing comments came rushing out.
"Easy for you people above to talk. In today's society, how many graduates can buy a home without help from their families? Who can afford to get married?"
"I want to work hard too, but where are the opportunities? People with connections have taken all the good jobs. The rest work you to death for a few thousand a month. Work hard, my ass!"
"Exactly. I'm in Shanghai, working myself to death for a little money, and it's all gone after rent. My parents send me money every month. Otherwise, I'd starve."
"I think she's right. Instead of waiting until your parents pass away to receive a cold, lifeless inheritance, why not spend more time with them now? Isn't that a way of being a good daughter