In Chen Lijun's own words, the sick relative didn't have any deep grudges with her. Rather, their relationship was superficial and not too close.
The real problem was the other people who were visiting the sick.
"The powerful relatives of the Chen Family that we might genuinely want to befriend? Rounded off, they amount to zero. They'll laugh at you when you're not doing well without lending a hand. And when you are doing well, they want to use you and squeeze out some benefits, then turn around to curse you. In short, they're just like your grandpa, all cut from the same cloth," said Chen Lijun.
Suizi silently handed her skirt to her mom, and then, as fragile as a willow, she leaned back into Yu Jingting's embrace.
"Suddenly, I feel weak. I'm afraid I can't go."
"Your dad said, if we manage this well, he'll reward Jingting with a Jialing motorcycle. If you don't go, I'll go myself. I don't mind riding a motorcycle to work."
