Ling Zhengwei walked over to Ye Qiu and Ling Fei's seats, puzzled about the old house's haunting incident, and the fact that the Feng Shui there was bad.
"Ye Qiu, what did you want to see me about?" Ling Zhengwei asked.
"Uncle Ling, I heard you've been viewing properties?"
"I've been checking out properties whenever I have time these days, you know the property prices in Jinling are rising every day, and the old house's area is being redeveloped. So, I went to see those second-hand apartment complexes, and I think they're not bad."
It seemed Ling Zhengwei really did go to see them, as Ye Qiu knew, like the small, ordinary two-bedroom one-living room apartment where Liu Lingxiu lived with her parents.
In reality, living there wasn't comfortable; it's fine for one or two people, but a third person makes it cramped.
Now that Ling Zhengwei has his own land to build on, why would he want to buy those?
"Uncle Ling, you don't really believe in the haunting, do you?"
