Wang Jiao shrugged, "Someone owed our family thirty dollars, and they just paid us back yesterday."
She opened the handkerchief bundle she pulled from her pocket, counted out thirty new and old ten-yuan notes in front of Feng Qingxue, and handed them to her, "Here, count them, there are twenty in total. Now that they've paid, our family is debt-free and carefree."
"Then I'll just keep it." Feng Qingxue set aside the machete, took the money, and casually stuffed it into her pocket without counting it carefully.
"You should count it. What if you find some missing after I leave?" Wang Jiao said.
Feng Qingxue smiled warmly, "I can't trust my cousin?"
After knowing each other for over a decade, although Wang Jiao had her quirks, she was a person of principle. She handled social relations better than most people, and her marriage was very successful. Zhang Yuejin was wholly devoted to her, and even her mother-in-law wholeheartedly helped take care of the kids.
