The two left, hand in hand and burping.
Jing Shu gritted her teeth and exhaled angrily. Her mind was already plotting how to deal with Wang Zijian.
"Kids don't understand. It's all because this shrimp is too delicious," Uncle Sun said, finishing off the remaining shrimp porridge without leaving a trace.
Mr. Jing finally brought up the matter of repaying the money. Uncle Sun readily agreed to pay back within the next couple of days, but Mr. Jing was somewhat skeptical. They finally agreed that the money would be repaid before three in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, and only then did Mr. Jing let Uncle Sun leave.
Jing Shu threw away the plates and utensils the three of them had used, determined not to let them come over again to eat and drink recklessly and even take leftovers. It seemed she must accelerate the deterioration of Mr. Jing's relationship with them; otherwise, Uncle Sun's family might shamelessly cling to them after the apocalypse.
