Su Tingyan said, "Then let's go there."
Lin Xibai said, "Won't nobody going there mean there's a problem?"
Song Xingchen also added from behind, "Yeah, yeah, there won't be any problems, right?"
Su Tingyan said, "We'll find out once we go in."
After they entered, the male owner was actually in the yard washing clothes...
Cleaning vigorously with a washboard, he looked quite surprised to see visitors.
"Ah, across the street is full again, huh..."
Su Tingyan said, "What, does the place across the street often recommend your guesthouse?"
"Recommend? They ridicule our place... That's run by my uncle, and I used to work for them. He talked me into quitting, and I opened this place across from them, but well... let's not talk about it."
Su Tingyan understood. It was likely the usual story of being squeezed out by one's own relatives and feeling miserable about it.
