Ye Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
For money, is it? Hmph, she really hasn't changed at all!
"I'm staying here tonight. You sleep on the sofa, I'll take the bedroom. Good night."
Zimei said this and had already turned around, casually waving her hand behind her. Her movements were free and unrestrained. But what Ye Cheng couldn't see was that despite her cheerful tone, there wasn't a trace of joy on her face.
Ye Cheng, if I didn't say it like that, you'd never feel comfortable accepting my help.
...
The following morning.
Ji Wei opened the door to see an elderly grandmother in the yard, boiling water to prepare for slaughtering a chicken.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the busy grandmother cast her a kind smile and gestured toward a small table under the eaves. On it sat a bowl of porridge and a few small dishes.
Ji Wei offered her thanks with gratitude and walked over to sit down.
