Xu Changqing decisively grabbed a towel blanket and, without a second thought, bundled up everything the old woman's gaze had just lingered on. Tying it securely, she picked it up and made to leave.
"Is that all?"
"If anyone sees you and asks about it later, just say you're taking it to the hospital's on-call room to use while you rest. If you have other things, I'll come back before winter to help you move your bedding."
'This girl... Does she plan to empty out my entire home?' Tian Dongmei stifled a chuckle. Besides, things weren't what they used to be. It wasn't like she had any valuables left.
Xu Changqing thought for a moment, but couldn't resist saying one more thing. As they walked, she turned and offered a piece of advice, "A clean break prevents future trouble. If you don't cut ties now, you're bound to suffer later."
Tian Dongmei sighed to herself. 'How could it be that easy? The debt I owe my husband... I can only clear it on the day he finally closes his eyes.'
