After Yong Ting was diagnosed with uremia, her family had moved out of Star City Garden, where the rent was a steep 5,000 yuan a month, and straight into this place, which cost only 800 yuan a month, to ease their financial burden.
The surroundings here were even dirtier, messier, and shabbier than the shared apartment Xiao Yu had rented before he started livestreaming. Far worse.
The front door of Yong Ting's rented home faced a huge, foul-smelling dumpster!
At least taking out the trash was convenient. She could just open the door and toss it in. Other people had to walk; she did not even have to do that.
Who would want to live across from a huge dumpster unless they were at the end of their rope?
Knock, knock, knock.
Xiao Yu knocked on the door.
With a creak, the door opened.
A pale, thin young woman in house clothes appeared in the doorway.
"Miss Yong Ting, right?"
"Yes. Who are you? I don't believe I know you."
"Never mind who I am or what I do," Xiao Yu said evenly. "You only need to know one thing: I'm here to help you and give you money."
"Help me? Give me money? Why? I haven't done anything to deserve it. How could I possibly take your money out of nowhere?"
Xiao Yu had his reasons for putting it that way.
He had divined that this woman was blunt, stubborn, and did not believe in fortune-telling.
He did not want to come over to spend money on a good deed, only to get snapped at and called a fraud first, then have to go through some process of proving his identity.
That would be unbearably annoying.
"Someone felt sorry for your family, so I'm here to give you money.