Song Qingyun did not know what to say.
His brother was right.
As a father, he would have similar concerns.
Everyone looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up, "Dad, you are right, and your concerns are valid. Even if I swear up and down here and promise everyone that I will never leave Song Moting and will raise the child properly,
everyone will probably think anyone would say that. Song Moting and I don't lack these things. I'm fine with dividing these assets equally. But there's one thing, I hope this house can be given to Moting.
This is the place with the most joy and memories left by the old man and woman. I hope that one day, when Song Moting wakes up, he will still be able to find memories here."
These words made Song Qingyun feel sorrowful.
They were indeed bullying her a bit as a family in this manner, essentially bullying a widow and orphan.
"Alright, I'll decide that this house goes to Song Moting."
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat down.
