"Rest assured, our entire family won't tell outsiders," Zhong Juying earnestly promised, knowing that if people found out that Tian Sisi and her brother brought things for her family with their status, it would definitely be a big trouble.
Tian Xinhua cleverly scanned the surroundings and saw Tian Sisi carrying a bundle. He quickly grabbed it and left. Zhong Juying bowed towards the backs of Tian Sisi and Tian Xinhua, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, swiftly closed the door, and latched it.
"Juying, who was that?" A hoarse voice came from the inner room, followed by an old-faced woman with a stooped body. This was Granny Zhao's maternal cousin, Zhao Manxiu, who, worn out from toil and malnourishment, had her hair completely grey and wrinkles as deep as Granny Zhao's, even though she was not yet forty.
