Feng Lin wore a red and blue shirt paired with silk trousers. She was five or six years older than Chen Cui, but she looked a few years younger. Her voice was not loud, but it had a sharp edge to it.
"Fourth Sister-in-law, can you give us some more time? Old Fifth's illness is really..." Chen Cui's voice was somewhat meek, the Old Fifth she referred to was naturally her husband, Xue Dashan.
"If you ask me, there's no point in treating Old Fifth's illness anymore; it's all a waste of money!" Third Sister-in-law Song Yifang also spoke up, and her words were unpleasant, "Even if you treat him, it's incurable, and you've emptied your home. Chen Cui, even if you sell the house, it won't help. Today, you must pay back the money. When Li Luo was starting university, I lent you 5000 yuan, and you must return it. Who doesn't need money in their home?!"
