Liu Cuicui was also aware of this, but every time her sister begged her for money behind Li Hao's back, it seemed like she was ready to reach into Liu Cuicui's own pocket to take out the cash. She let out a sigh, "Li Hao and I are also without a roof over our heads or a patch of land to our names. We are still trying to figure out how to get a place of our own."
Gu Xiaobei didn't feel it was appropriate to say much more, so she simply comforted, "It's alright. Things will get better gradually. After all, both of you are earning money now." But in her heart, she was skeptical about the future of these sisters' marriages.
In the afternoon, she had nothing to do, so Gu Xiaobei went to the tax office to file her taxes. Seeing that it was almost time to finish work, she decided to head straight home.
As she walked in the door, she saw Lu Zhanguo sprawled across the table writing something. Gu Xiaobei changed into her slippers, took a seat on the sofa and asked, "What are you writing?"
