Shanghai Tenement
"Debiao, give me some money; we've run out of vegetables at home." Yu Ying stretched out her hand to Huang Debiao for money.
Yu Ying was wearing a red woolen coat that was neither new nor old, her hair still in little curls, though it didn't look freshly done; parts of it had uncurled and hung limp against her scalp.
It seems that Yu Ying really had hard days; otherwise, with her love for dressing up, how could she possibly wear old clothes and not have her hair done during the New Year!
Her appearance had not changed much, except for becoming slightly plumper, still similar to before, and appearing even more like a mature woman after having given birth.
Huang Debiao was still the same old self, not a bit older but plumper than a few years ago. He was currently sitting in a rattan chair watching TV, his belly fat quivering disgustingly.
Seeing the greasy face of the man, Yu Ying frowned slightly, turning her face a bit and looked towards the TV.
