"Um…" Wang Haiyan hesitated for a moment, then continued.
"Zhou Qiang is about to get married, but his girlfriend wants a place of their own. He can't afford a marital home, so we were thinking…"
"Thinking what…?" Xia Qing asked, looking at Wang Haiyan in confusion. A bad feeling suddenly crept over her.
"We were hoping you could do us a favor and lend us that empty house of yours for a while, to use as a marital home for Zhou Qiang and his girlfriend."
After Wang Haiyan finished speaking, the living room fell completely silent. The smile on Xia Qing's face vanished, replaced by a look of utter disbelief.
Even someone as gentle as Xia Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of anger after hearing Wang Haiyan's words.
After a few minutes, Xia Qing suppressed her anger and said, "Sister-in-law, Tongtong and I still stay in that house sometimes."
The implication in Xia Qing's words was obvious: she wanted Wang Haiyan to drop the subject of borrowing the house for her son's marriage.
