You make friends by being kind to others. That way, someone might be there to lend you a hand when you fall on hard times.
But clearly, this nanny was not an easy person to get along with.
She was now living under someone else's roof, but because she had brought more supplies, she made things difficult for her housemate at every turn. She was sharp-tongued and hurtful, and resentment had long since festered between them.
Now that a real crisis had erupted, the housemate was secretly gloating. Why would she possibly offer help?
Besides, Wen Qianli, her face covered in blood, looked like a demon. No one without a ride-or-die bond would dare go near her.
The housemate had locked her door tight. The food was the last thing on her mind.
She wasn't thinking about the food at all. She just wanted the two of them to finish fighting and give her some peace and quiet.
After all, they were fighting to the death. If her housemate died, that woman would surely take all the food.
