How dare she!
Did Dalang really think so little of his aunt?!
The woman was furious.
"No."
The woodcutter immediately shook his head. "Aunt, you've misunderstood me."
"I didn't ask you to sleep in the woodshed."
"I was just telling you..."
"We only have two spare rooms in our house."
"One is the bedroom my parents left behind."
"The other is the woodshed."
"Isn't that the same as asking me to sleep in the woodshed?!"
The woman's face turned red with anger.
"You can sleep in the room that belonged to my parents."
The woman reminded her.
The woman's face flushed with anger.
She glared at the woodcutter.
But he only looked blank.
As if he had no idea what she meant.
"...I can sleep in your room."
At last, the woman couldn't help voicing what she had in mind.
The woodcutter's expression darkened.
The woman's mouth fell open slightly.
So that was what the woman was after...
Well, that was...
Not the least bit considerate of them.
The woman felt like laughing.
What gave the woman the right to be so inconsiderate?
Had the woman ever helped them?
Or had she always looked after them?
How could the woman make such a shameless request?
The woman truly found it unbelievable.
The woman shrank back a little, intimidated by the woodcutter's expression.
But she quickly lifted her chin and grew indignant again. "What's wrong?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"That's your parents' room."
"What does it matter if you sleep there for one night?"
The woodcutter was at a loss for words.
Of course they could sleep in his parents' room, but...
"Husband."
The woman reached out and tugged at the woodcutter's arm.
"Forget it."
She looked at the woman. "All