If they don't believe it, they don't believe it. Nana Monty couldn't be bothered to explain!
She yawned, then stood up: "I'm sleepy, going to take a nap, you guys chat slowly."
Nana Monty's room was on the second floor, a self-built house in the countryside, with no decoration, just a layer of whitewash on the walls.
Returning to her room, although simple, a feeling of warmth washed over her.
Her room only had a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a small wardrobe, all kept clean and tidy.
Nana Monty opened the wardrobe, took out the bedsheet, and was about to spread it herself when her mother came in and snatched the bedsheet from her: "Stand aside, I'll do it."
"Mom, in a while, why don't you and Dad come live in the city with me, help take care of the child."
Only then did Nana Monty take a good look at her mother.
