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"Third Aunt, please have a seat," Muniang invited her into the house.
Madam Liu glanced at their dilapidated dwelling and couldn't help but frown. It was indeed pitiful that the mother and daughter had to live in such a place, but she was by no means a person of overflowing kindness. With not enough surplus grain of her own, she naturally wouldn't think of supporting others, especially since she didn't get along with Mrs. Lin.
"Wife, mom wants to know who is here?"
"Just say it's Mrs. Du stopping by for a chat," Muniang said without blushing or skipping a beat.
"Alright."
Watching Erliang leave, Muniang then turned her gaze back to Madam Liu, only to notice a skeptical look in her eyes.
Muniang chuckled, "My mother always overthinks things. If she knew someone from the Qiao family had come, she probably wouldn't sleep well for days."
