"What else can an apartment be like? It's the same as a bungalow! Just no need to go outside to use the toilet!"
She was not about to lead these people to her son and daughter-in-law's place. What if they found out where it was and started showing up for no reason?
Her son had finally found a bride to his liking, and the couple was doing quite well. She couldn't let these people come and stir up trouble.
Zhang Lanxiang felt Lin Aijia was putting on an act, and she curled her lip in disdain, "Aunt! Listen to yourself, can an apartment really be the same as a bungalow? It has a toilet and you don't even need to light your own fire!"
Turning to Liu Shuqin, who was beside her, she said, "Mom! You've lived so many years without ever stepping foot in an apartment, haven't you? Do you want to take a look and see what it's like?"
