Wen Cheng turned his face to the side and said nothing, his eyes desperately blinking against the sting.
She continued, "The kids are all grown up now, and they can lend a hand. With the whole family working hard, our days will gradually get better."
But Wen Cheng shook his head, "Those busybodies won't pass up any chance to ridicule us. They will surely find ways to give us trouble in the store from time to time."
Zhao Yufen's careless smile seemingly brushed it off, "Ridicule? I've gotten used to it along the way."
Ever since the Wen Family had fallen on hard times, the couple had endured endless mockery and ridicule. Those busybodies were always setting traps for them, looking for trouble—rich people with nothing better to do. They had gotten used to it, but deep down, they really detested this kind of life.
"If worst comes to worst, we can just sell the house and leave this place."
Wen Cheng's voice had already gone hoarse, "It's all my fault."