Shen Yunfang thought about it for a long while, but still felt she couldn't agree to this matter.
First of all, she was obsessed with her home—it was her territory, where no other woman should enter, even though she was no longer living there, but that was still her and Li Hongjun's home. Secondly, her feud with Shen Yunxiu was far from over. The idea of repaying Shen Yunxiu's malice with kindness and solving her housing issue was suffocating to even contemplate.
Why should she? Shen Yunxiu had nearly caused her and her son's death, and up to now, not a single apology had been heard. Did she really think that they could pretend like nothing ever happened? Impossible.
Shen Yunfang was naturally vindictive, and she would remember this grievance for a lifetime.
"Auntie, don't worry about it unnecessarily, Shen Yunxiu will never live in my house. She has grand tastes; how could she look down on my adobe house?" Shen Yunfang's tone had lost the gentleness it had before.
