Tang Maolin and his wife, Mrs. Ding, sat in silence, not uttering a word for a long while.
The piece of watermelon squeezed in their hands for too long, the juice flowing down their fingers all the way to the elbow, trailing a sticky streak.
Meng's mother's words were very appropriate, not only with sufficient reason but also with the promise of bearing the rent for them, which really left no room for criticism. It's beneficial to have someone help with the money, but...
After a long silence, it was Mrs. Ding who managed a smile and said, "Elder sister, we really don't know how to respond to what you've said. Our arrival was so sudden, and we didn't even notify you in advance. We already feel terribly sorry. If we let you pay for our rental, how could we be at ease?"
