Shen Ningning's eyes were clear. "You can just tell me. Grandma was taking her afternoon nap when I left."
The old village chief glanced at her. He didn't dare to underestimate the little girl, knowing that Shen Ningning always had a mind of her own.
He said, "The truth is, she has nowhere to go. We've been supporting her for many days now, which is more than generous."
"But at the end of the day, she's a young, unmarried woman. For her to keep living in our house with my son and I—two grown men—it's not good for her reputation."
Shen Ningning nodded along, her little face round, fair, and rosy.
The old village chief asked the little girl in a gentle voice, "So, Ningning, what do you think? Don't you agree we need to find a new place for her? It's not a long-term solution for her to keep living with us."
Shen Ningning turned to look at Dong Sanhua, only to see her expression darken as she anxiously twisted the hem of her clothes.
