"Yuan Chun, sister is begging you, sister is kneeling down to beg you, can you please take me in? I'm really at the end of my rope, sob sob, Yuan Chun, I'll work like a horse or an ox for you all my life, please give me a way out." Li Hongchun said, genuinely about to kneel.
Yuan Chun crossed her arms, leaned on the sofa, and looked at her expressionlessly.
Li Hongchun noticed her indifference, not even bothering to stop her. Her crying abruptly halted, and she glared at her resentfully, "Yuan Chun, are you really going to be this heartless?"
Yuan Chun spoke, "Sister, my home is so small, there's no place for you to stay. You should go back to Tufang Village."
The original owner really loved a cozy little home. Even though Meng Fei made money, she didn't buy a big house, just a small courtyard with only three tile-roofed rooms.
She and Meng Fei lived in one room, their two sons in another, and the other was a living room.
