After Chen Jianjun had left, Lin Tian returned to Zhao Chunlian's house courtyard.
Zhao Chunlian and Li Xiaomei were still crying, the areas around both women's eyes were bright red.
So Lin Tian walked over and said, "It's okay, stop crying, no matter how much you cry, he won't come back to life."
Then Lin Tian whispered, "Moreover, that guy almost burdened you both with a huge debt, why are you crying for him? If it were me, I wouldn't shed a single tear for him."
Zhao Chunlian rubbed her eyes and sobbed, "Although Dashuan had many faults, at least he could go out and earn money. Now that he's dead, how will our family... how will we get by..."
Lin Tian patted Zhao Chunlian on the shoulder, and comforted, "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let you and your daughter starve as long as I have food to eat. You both definitely won't go hungry."
Hearing this, Zhao Chunlian was extremely grateful, and Li Xiaomei also looked at Lin Tian with thankful eyes.
