Lin Chuan smiled and walked in casually. The Nuo family's house was filled with a strong medicinal smell. The living room was dark because the ceiling was covered with reeds, leaving no place for light to pass through. A set of worn-out sofas was placed in the living room, with many areas threadbare. Lin Chuan sat down on the sofa.
"I'll pour you a glass of water," said Nuo Xiaoxi with a hint of blush on her face, her family's condition was indeed not very good.
"Don't bother," Lin Chuan quickly gestured with his hand.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the room: "Xiaoxi, who's here?"
"Mom, it's Brother Lin," Nuo Xiaoxi hurried into the room.
Not long after, the middle-aged woman was helped out. She looked very pale, and her movements were sluggish, presumably sick as well. Lin Chuan quickly stood up: "Auntie, I also work at Changlin Factory, I'm Old Lin's son."
