"Sister Qing Luo, he's so miserable, could you let him stay?"
Jiang Ling came over in small steps, her face filled with sympathy.
"Will you support him?" Ming Shu raised her eyebrows. "My house is not a rubbish station that'll take any kind of person."
The young man felt a vibration all over.
Jiang Ling seemed to hear Ming Shu's implication.
Her expression froze a little.
The young man gritted his teeth and didn't give up striving for himself. "I, I eat very little, I can work, and I can do any kind of job…"
Jiang Ling returned to herself and pretended she didn't understand Ming Shu's implied meaning. "Sister Qing Luo, how about this: I'll keep him and pay for his stay, later he'll be my servant."
Ming Shu squinted her eyes.
"Didn't you hear clearly what I said before leaving?" Ming Shu asked with her head tilted. "Who's your sister?"
I don't know you.
