61 060: Our house is not a refugee camp_1

Upon hearing this, Ni Cuihua didn't take the washerwoman's words to heart, instead smiling and saying, "You might be mistaken, I am Ni Dazhu's sister."

The washerwoman didn't say anything more, looking at Ni Cuihua with a complicated expression.

"Mom, let's go knock on the door." Ni Yang looked back towards Ni Cuihua.

"Okay." Ni Cuihua nodded, following Ni Yang forward.

After the mother and daughter left, the yard began buzzing with discussion.

"What do you think that was all about?"

"Who knows! Liu Juan has always been a deep thinker!"

"I think Ni Dazhu is a coward."

"Could he behave so scared of his wife if he wasn't a coward?"

Followed by a round of quiet laughter.

Ni Yang led her mother and sister to the door of room 101 and softly knocked on it.

The door was quickly opened.

"Who is it?" The one who opened the door was a curious-looking girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, peering at Ni Yang with a smile on her face.