Bai Lin put the small cup in her bag and happily prepared to go home.
The old man looked at Bai Lin's back as she left, deep in thought.
"Is she really my youngest aunt?" the young man had come to the old man's side and asked with a melancholy expression.
"It's most likely the case." The old man rubbed the side of his face and took off the wrinkly face mask.
"What kind of life has she been living all these years that she has to bargain like this and put on an act?"
The old man explained Bai Lin's appearance to the young man, and the young man felt upset after hearing it.
"If auntie had grown up in our family, she wouldn't have to suffer so much." The young man and the old man looked at each other and could not help but feel sorry for Bai Lin.
"500 Yuan it is. She's family." The old man picked up the few pieces of porcelain on the ground. "Let's go. We'll both eat up there today. Your aunt's paid for it."
