Feng Guihua had just arrived home when she noticed a small note under the door crack.
She felt suspicious.
Who did this?
And stuffed a note?
When she picked it up and looked at it, she was startled.
Holding the note, she headed straight to the Jiang family.
Jiang Laocheng had already retired, and his eldest son, Jiang Zhixin, had taken over his job.
After incurring this debt, in order to repay it, Jiang Laocheng recently found a place to guard the door, earning whatever little he could.
At home, they worked together to repay the debt, although life at home was hard now.
However, the atmosphere in the house was good, the children were more sensible than before, and they understood filial piety.
After the old lady had her surgery, her health improved a lot and she took on a lot of household chores.
Jiang Laocheng had just come home from work and hadn't even settled down.
Then he saw Feng Guihua rushing into the door anxiously.
