Zhou Dajiang originally thought that putting on a long face would intimidate Zhou Lina.
To his surprise, she didn't even pay attention to him at all. After greeting upon entering the house, she washed up and was ready to leave.
What's the situation? "Aren't you cooking?" Zhou Juan's damn issues are something Zhou Dajiang can't care about right now—eating is the top priority.
"Cooking?" Zhou Lina cursed him in her heart for his shamelessness while her face showed an expression of helplessness, "There are no grains, flour, or vegetables left in the house."
"Uncle Zhou, when will you contribute to the living expenses?" She looked steadily at Zhou Dajiang, "My mom's salary can barely support me and Xiao Xuan."
"It's unreasonable. Uncle Zhou, both you and your son have jobs, but you still want to freeload."
"No wonder Zhou Juan borrowed money without any intention of paying it back," Zhou Lina muttered under her breath.