Tang Lingwu added, "Whatever they say, whatever they think of me, I don't care."
"Then you..."
Tang Lingwu's eyes fell to the ground, her head hung low, her voice quiet, "I just... don't want to let everyone at the nursing home down..."
Beside her, Old Man Bai nudged Mrs. Tian with his elbow, whispering, "Do you think that includes us?"
"..."
"Dad! Mom! Open the door!"
Cheng Yun knocked on the security door, calling inside.
The door opened, and a man with graying hair poked his head out. Seeing it was him, the man's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly displeased, "Why are you back?"
"Dad, where's mom?"
"She's getting ready to cook."
"Don't start yet, I brought you guys some new rice!"
Having said that, Cheng Yun pointed to his feet.
Five bags of Jiushan No.1 rice were piled at his feet.
"Buying rice? What rice? We don't lack that at home!"
Cheng Yun's mother also came out, first giving her son a thorough look before turning her gaze to the rice on the ground, confused.
