"My sister isn't so petty. Auntie, don't take it to heart. If there's nothing else, we'll head back now!" An Ping knew what Li Junping was thinking. Before leaving, his sister had instructed him that, no matter what, they couldn't let Qin Fen work at the vegetable garden.
It would only cause major trouble.
"No, no, no!" Li Junping quickly grabbed An Ping and said with a grin, "Qin Fen, brother, isn't young anymore, he doesn't have great prospects, and he's still counting on you for a meal."
"My temple is small and can't accommodate Qin Fen, brother, this big Buddha. After all, he's also worked in the city before. Maybe he should go back there instead!"
Li Junping understood his implication—she clearly didn't want to accept Qin Fen.
For her son, she was prepared to sacrifice her dignity.
