When Zhou Moyu returned to the bedroom to tidy up, my mother pulled my hand and sat down on the sofa.

She glanced at the scattered trash on the table, sighed, stood up with a hunched back, and started cleaning up.

My mother glanced at the bedroom door, made sure it was closed, and whispered to me.

"Jiajia, don't be angry. We really had no choice but to let her be."

I was curious, "What's wrong with her?"

"She is the impoverished child we mentioned before. Actually, we didn't support her for no reason. Her father used to work in your father's factory, but he had an accident at work, and their only source of income collapsed. We compensated him with a considerable amount of money."

"Later, I accidentally saw them in a news report, saying that they hoped someone could provide support. I discussed it with your father, and we silently sponsored this child's education as strangers."

"I don't know where she got our contact information and address, but thinking about how difficult her life must be, I let her stay with us for a transitional period before finding a job. Unexpectedly, she has been living with us for three months now."

"As elders, we couldn't say anything, so we..."

"After she moved in, she insisted on calling us her godparents, no matter how we tried to correct her. When there are outsiders around, she directly calls us mom and dad..."

My mother wore a worried expression, not knowing how doing a good deed led to the current situation.

"Doesn't Dad's factory hire people all year round? Why not let her try there?"

I suggested.

"We've talked about that too. Letting her work at the factory would at least provide her with a job and accommodation in the employee dormitory. However, she feels that working at the factory is too hard, with too little rest time, and not suitable for a young person like her."

My mother sighed, "You see..."

"She's being picky even with her current conditions? We can't help her forever."

"Mom knows, but when facing her father, we do feel guilty. We still hope to help as much as we can."

I understand my parents' thoughts. They are both kind-hearted people.

"Then let her stay for now."

I didn't want to put too much pressure on my mother. This matter must have been causing her a lot of distress.

My gaze fell on the door of my own bedroom.

But I faintly feel...

She isn't someone who knows how to be grateful.