Fan Jianguo finally finished crying, with no more tears to shed, and Fan Xiuying threw him a damp towel.
"Quickly wipe your face. After today's crying, let it be that you've cried out all the grievances of your life. Alright, we should talk about what to do next."
Seeing her brother like this, Fan Xiuying couldn't help but feel distressed.
Over the past seven or eight years, the family's life had been improving, and she never imagined her brother would end up living like this.
"Jianguo, what are you going to do in the future? Are you planning to spend your whole life running a small stall, selling wontons and tea eggs?"
Jiang Xiao wasn't looking down on his brother-in-law for running a stall, he just thought the little money earned couldn't support a whole family.
Couldn't they see their mother-in-law going out to scavenge for scraps and pick up discarded vegetable leaves on the streets?
