Of course, the house could not be lent out.
This house holds their secrets, and every night Tailor Wen is working on the sewing machine, so it's utterly impossible to let outsiders move in.
It was quite apparent what Wen Qingqing had in mind; she was hoping that Lin Nianhe, an acquaintance, would put in a good word for her.
She could tell that Lin Nianhe had a good relationship with those two and that it would probably be easier if Lin Nianhe spoke for her.
Leveraging connections to get things done, that's common sense everyone understands.
Yet Lin Nianhe, this acquaintance, refused outright to engage in conversation.
The smile on Wen Qingqing's lips grew difficult to maintain, her eyes still red from crying, looking somewhat pitiful, like a little rabbit.
A beauty in tears, who can stand that?
Lin Nianhe sighed softly.
Hearing this, Wen Qingqing felt a glimmer of hope, and her eyes held more expectation when looking at Lin Nianhe.
