When I got home, I found Grandma Bai was there again, still with an overbearing attitude.
"Xiao Xue, you're back! How did it go? Is everything resolved?" Wang Cuihua had clearly cried a lot, her eyes red and swollen.
Bai Ruxue entered the house without seeing Dong Sihan, but she saw Grandma Bai sitting on the heated kang. Her mother, Wang Cuihua, was tearfully looking at her.
"It's okay, everything's resolved! Where's Sihan?" she asked.
"Sihan... she's..." Wang Cuihua stammered, unable to speak.
"What happened to her?" Bai Ruxue asked again.
"Xiao Xue! You say whose family isn't having enough to eat, and you bring home a beggar. How is the family supposed to manage? Your father works hard to earn money! We can't afford to keep that beggar! Grandma drove her away! She's like a sticky plaster, can't get rid of her—if it weren't for me..." Before Wang Cuihua could speak, Grandma Bai rambled on.
