Luo Xiaoqian gently patted his little head, "Because we don't have the keys."
"If it's Grandma's house, why don't we have the keys?" Luo Jun's large eyes looked over, puzzled.
His eyes were very similar to Leng Zimo's, and so was his personality. At such a young age, he already showed a hint of wisdom.
"Because this house has already been sold to someone else," Luo Xiaoqian patiently explained.
"Then why doesn't Mom buy it back?" Luo Jun pressed on.
Luo Xiaoqian crouched down, holding his tiny shoulders, "Mom promises you that she will definitely get the house back, okay?"
He was still too young; she couldn't explain the complexities to him, and naturally, she couldn't tell him who owned the house now. She could only use such an excuse to temporarily placate him.
The little guy glanced at the old house in front of him, "If Mom doesn't have enough money, I can contribute my competition prize money."
