The argument between the mother and daughter inevitably caught the attention of the neighbors.
The security door of 301 opened, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out: "Guilian, why are you and Qingwu arguing?"
"What's going on?"
The middle-aged woman's concern for the arguing mother and daughter was fake; her interest in the gossip was real.
She had already heard the gist at home, but from the words of their quarrel, all she could make out was that Li Guilian seemed to be asking Liu Qingwu for money for her brother Liu Xiaojie's wedding, and it seemed to involve some deceit.
If she couldn't get the full scoop, she might not even sleep well tonight, so the middle-aged woman really wanted to hear the whole story.
Seeing the middle-aged woman, Li Guilian immediately slapped her thigh and wailed, "Yufen, don't laugh at me. This daughter of mine wasn't worth raising!"
