"But if it were me, I would definitely act first and report later! Once the rice is cooked into mature rice, what can they do?" Tong Jialu said with a smile.
Xia Yubing smiled helplessly, "It's not as simple as you say."
She sighed, "My parents have always hoped that I could find a suitable, stable partner to marry. But you know, as a woman like me..."
Tong Jialu also understood Xia Yubing's dilemma, "But I think Brother Cheng is quite good to you, and now he's even willing to let you have the child, which shows that he cares about you. As for the rest, just explain it slowly later."
Xia Yubing was silent for a moment, "Xiao Lu, have you ever thought..."
Tong Jialu's smile faded a bit, she understood what Xia Yubing meant.
"Sister, I know what you want to say." Tong Jialu interrupted Xia Yubing, "For women like us, wanting a home of our own is very difficult."
