Grandma Wu listened carefully to the silence outside and the sound of a car engine starting below, realizing that the annoying troublemaker must have left.
She turned to the old man sitting on the sofa, silently smoking, "Old man, what do you think about this matter?"
"She's just using us." The Old Man Wu knew Zhang Yu wouldn't come bearing gifts without an ulterior motive.
Zhang Yu's subsequent words had already confirmed this. Grandma Wu, of course, understood. "But with our illness, if we don't get treatment, we won't live long."
"If we do get treatment, at least it can be dragged out for a few years." Grandma Wu truly didn't want to die.
Old Man Wu thought about the attitudes of their children. "Call them and tell them to come home."
"Ask them if they're going to give money. If they don't, we'll go find their bosses."
