"I suppose you're very close with the owner of the house, no? Qiao Nan, can you help me, please?" Yu Xiaoxiao's voice turned hoarse and tears welled up in her eyes. Since a young age, she had never pleaded with someone in this manner.
"Yu Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry. This matter really won't work." Qiao Nan took a firm step back to distance herself from Yu Xiaoxiao. "That house is not mine and I don't have the right to manage it. I don't have the right to accede to any of your requests. If you really have any plans in mind, you can ask the owner of the house. But don't expect me to give you the owner's contact. If you feel that your words are solid and convincing, you can try contacting the owners of other houses too."
It was true that one should not take advantage of others in this way.
Yu Xiaoxiao felt that she had already been servile enough. In her life, she had never even bowed to her biological parents in this manner.
