Xian Guiying wanted to say something, but Wei Shanyuan stopped her. He walked to the door, took the umbrella from the woman, and said with a smile. "Auntie."
The woman was actually only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, but she looked like a woman of almost fifty. Wei Shanyuan grinned until his teeth were bared, and when she looked at him in annoyance, he asked, "You didn't even give her a chance to apologize before coming to finish the score? What kind of neighbor is this?"
"Kid, where did you come from? I thought you were just a tourist." The middle-aged woman pursed her lip and turned to Xian Guiying. "Can't you stick to one guy? Aiyo, as I said, you are young and you live here alone with a child. Sooner or later, you're going to get screwed by a man."
"How can you say that?" Wei Shanyuan's face soon darkened.
