Ye Qiu doesn't bother with class affairs; as long as the class representatives discuss and organize things, it's fine. After all, it's best for those class representatives this way; neither the class president nor the advisor interferes, allowing them to develop their skills.
Ye Qiu walks down from the classroom; there are still two classes until lunchtime. As he thinks about whether to visit the gaming company, his phone rings; it's a call from Ling Fei.
Last night, Ling Fei went back to talk with her father about tearing down the old house and building a new one. Ling Zhengwei didn't have any objections; he had long wanted it demolished and rebuilt. On one hand, new houses are more comfortable, and on the other, they're built higher, which leads to greater compensation in the event of demolition.
The problem is, he doesn't have that much money. The money he's saved over the years is probably just enough to lay the foundation.
