When Third Aunt Zhou heard the man's words, her heart inexplicably sank. Where had the money gone? She gave her parents sixty yuan a month, and each visit back home cost her around ten yuan.
Most of the man's salary was going to her parents.
Third Uncle Zhou looked at his wife with a sharp gaze.
At that moment, Third Aunt Zhou was too nervous to speak.
"Mom, are you in the room?" Zhou Ru shouted as she knocked on the door, initially thinking the Xu Family must be very wealthy after seeing the luxurious decorations outside the hotel.
But entering the room gave her a huge shock.
There was not even a lamp inside; it was pitch-dark, and she dared not stay.
"Mom, please open the door. I don't want to stay in this terrible place," Zhou Ru complained.
Hearing her daughter's voice, Third Aunt Zhou, as if grasping a lifeline, quickly opened the door.
"What's the matter? Just endure for a few nights. We'll go back after the New Year," Third Aunt Zhou tried to soothe her daughter.
