"Exactly, exactly!" The daughter-in-law hurriedly said: "If you find the sofa uncomfortable, I can let Jiang'er sleep with us. Worst case scenario, we can divide our room into two, wouldn't that solve the problem? Why move out when everything is fine? If you move out, what would our neighbors say about us? How would that let us stand firm in the factory?"
The daughter-in-law had a look of quiet resentment, yet she completely failed to recall how she had once driven Uncle Liu out with similar urgency. At that time, why hadn't she considered what the neighbors would say?
"No need," Uncle Liu said with a smile: "The house is small, and Jiang'er is growing up; he really does need a room of his own. I understand all these points."
"Dad..." The daughter-in-law became anxious.
