Luo Jialin finished speaking, and the room fell silent. After a while, she laughed and said, "Look at me, why am I telling you all this? I hope I didn't scare you again."
Then she patted Luo Qiao's hand, "Actually, every family is like this. Taking the textile factory as an example, no one's living space is ample. We are still considered lucky, having one room for our family, even though it's a bit cramped, but at least we can have some privacy.
Some families have more than a dozen people living in one large room, separated only by a curtain. Although my sisters-in-law often speak ill out of jealousy, my mother-in-law is quite understanding and a reasonable person.
So I can't just ignore everything and move out with your brother-in-law. I'm afraid of hurting my mother-in-law and making your brother-in-law feel torn in the middle. Qiaoqiao, I appreciate your kindness."