Song Guanchao?
Wu Ming's curiosity was piqued, and he stood to the side, straining his ears, trying hard to become invisible.
"You, go out."
"Sis..."
"Out!"
"..." Wu Ming's face was filled with anger. We're all family; listening won't hurt me.
Forget it, I won't listen then.
I'll ask Uncle Hong later.
After he left, Wu Qiangwei asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Uncle Hong said, "The kid plans to go to Beijing and file a complaint."
"By himself?"
Uncle Hong shook his head, "He's already arranged for someone to go to Fengmen Building, probably to contact some of the displaced residents."
Wu Qiangwei's brows fiercely trembled.
She knew Song Guanchao was not at peace, but she thought he would understand after a few days.
But he was getting deeper into his stubbornness.
All the things she said yesterday were said in vain.
He didn't listen at all.
He acts on impulse, only doing what he wants to do, without considering others!
