Qin Mei lost her composure. Did she really have to stay with them for a few more days? Hadn't they said they would contact Brother Dong yesterday to come "inspect the goods"?
Their treatment of Qin Mei was absolutely unprecedented. They hadn't locked her up or just tossed her random scraps of food to keep her from starving. How could they possibly be letting her and Ah Hu sit at the same table to eat with them?
She could tolerate one or two meals of this, but enduring it for days was simply unbearable. Tossing her chopsticks aside, Qin Mei returned to her room with a haughty air.
Aunt Lan Hua stared blankly in the direction Qin Mei had left, lost in thought as if pondering something deeply.
A moment later, Qin Mei reemerged holding a few large ten-yuan bills. Under Aunt Lan Hua's shocked gaze, Qin Mei slapped the cash onto the dining table.
