I lent my wedding room to my pregnant cousin for a temporary stay. After the business trip, I dragged my suitcase back to the door. The door was opened by a strange old lady. She frowned and asked me who I was looking for. In the living room, seven or eight men and women were eating around the table, noisy. Bi, my house became their family's canteen. My cousin came out of my bedroom and said with a smile, sister, you are back. My husband's family is large, so you can fit in here. I didn't say anything, and quietly left, closed the door, and started my plan.
