The two elderly people followed Fang Pingying home. Granny Zhou was somewhat better; she had visited Fang Pingying's home a few times before, but for Mr. Zhou, it was his first time entering the city, and his first sighting of such a nice house like Fang Pingying's.
The snowy white walls and the floor cleaner than their village's kitchen, to put it bluntly, even the bathroom was cleaner than where they lived in the village; he genuinely felt restrained.
Wherever he stood or sat, he felt like he might dirty these things.
Mr. Zhou had only sat on the sofa in Fang Pingying's home for a while before feeling completely out of sorts.
If he were to stay here for a few days, he would worry about dirtying the place, ultimately, Mr. Zhou covertly asked Zhou Xiaoyan to speak to Fang Pingying, "Sister Ping Ying, my parents say they'd rather stay at a guesthouse. There are too many people at your place, and there's no room."
