Xiao Yuan, no matter how bad the situation, would never exploit a woman.
He immediately waved his hand when he heard Xiao Daya's words: "Sister, don't worry about my affairs, I have my own way to make money, don't burden yourself."
He glanced at Ms. Ping, then pulled Xiao Daya aside and whispered, "Sister, how are you getting by these days? Don't listen to everything mom says. If she asks you for money, ignore her, or else tell me, and I'll talk to her."
Xiao Daya felt even warmer inside.
"I, I'm getting by alright, I have enough to eat every day, just a bit too much work."
Xiao Yuan looked down and saw Xiao Daya's hands, rough and with large knuckles, covered in calluses—a clear sign of relentless labor at home.
He squinted his eyes: "Do you and your husband want to split from the family?"
Xiao Daya had always wanted to split from the family: "But I can't while my in-laws are around, and also..."
