Lin Yu glanced at him, raised his chin and gestured toward Aunt Liu, "It feels like she has a tough life, always reminding me of my own grandmother. Pretty much the same, both quite miserable."
Xie Xiao looked at Lin Yu. He truly despised Zhang Qiaoqiao, but Aunt Liu was a very good person, and he genuinely felt sorry for her.
The preferences of young people are very clear.
And they do not get entangled with each other.
Xie Xiao suddenly thought of something and then laughed, "So, why not help her?"
"How can we help?" Lin Yu stretched lazily, "I can barely take care of myself, who can I help?"
The latter part was somewhat self-mocking.
Yet Xie Xiao laughed, "I just thought of a way that could let you make some money and also help Aunt Liu."
As the two were talking, Aunt Liu, who had been watching her daughter walk away, turned around and then looked up at them.
She revealed a smiling face and waved her hand.
Xie Xiao and Lin Yu also waved back at her.
