Cui Xiaoying refused to take any money, which made Wang Yunxiao feel embarrassed.
If he took the money, he could let Li Mumu stay here with all due rights.
If not much money, would you let the poor widow serve you for free?
That would only leave them the option to compensate in other ways, by buying more food and firewood.
Li Mumu is a carefree person. She laid down on the warm brick bed and fell into a deep sleep in less than five minutes, without any fear of being in a stranger's house.
Is it because she's confident in her abilities or because she trusts Wang Yunxiao too much?
This is a question.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Yunxiao was boiling water in the outer room.
Youtiao and Loach arrived running through the snow and brought a burst of cold wind when they opened the door.
"This weather is really strange!"
Huddled next to the road, Youtiao rubbed his hands and said in a low voice, "Brother, all the firewood has been sold out, the coal too."
