Qian turned around to look at Mr. Liao, with a little mischievous pride in her eyes. The good thing about dealing with smart people is that they understand each other's intentions, making communication easier.
"Uncle, since you've already noticed, I'll skip the pleasantries. I admit you're quite decent, but I don't want my mother to live with uncertainties every day. Plus, your behavior today makes me reconsider my first impression of you. You're not as mild-mannered and honest as you seem."
Mr. Liao was amused by Qian, "Only with truth comes goodness, and I'm quite a truthful person."
Qian wanted to snort...
Truth my foot, he's a sly old fox in sheep's clothing, a real old schemer!
"About the concerns you have, I promise they won't happen. The house I live in now was assigned to me earlier, and the old neighborhood's security isn't great. I'm planning to move to a gated community, so there won't be any idle people coming into the house in the future."
