The two lay in bed in silence for a while, Luo Zhiyong suddenly sighed, pulling Fang Pingying into his arms as if he had made up his mind, and said to her, "My wife, I've thought it through. If this matter is handled well, let's not interfere in Zhiming and their affairs anymore. If Fang Xiu still wants to work here, just pay her like a regular worker. It's even better if she doesn't work here; it would save us that bit of trouble."
He paused, then continued, "As for my parents, don't send so much money every month from now on. Just send some for their living expenses, about seven or eight yuan a month, and give a bit more during the holidays."
"Mmm, I've also thought it through. Whether it's the Fang Family or the Luo Family, we just need to do our part and not bother about the rest." Through this incident, Fang Pingying had also come to a realization. When it came to both the Luo Family and the Fang Family, they couldn't be fully relied upon.
