Shen Fangdiao initially wanted to say, "He's a village official, and your son is nothing," but he was afraid of starting a quarrel with his wife.
Fan Xiaocui thought of another issue: "Diaozi, let's hide the money and things first, and then tomorrow we'll tell your parents we want to split the family. It has to happen; I don't want their three rooms to take advantage. Those two old ones will definitely side with us, and then we'll have a reason to ask Fanghua for money."
Although Shen Fangdiao was reluctant, he knew the third house wouldn't do much work after the split. That family of four are all good workers, but his wife was right. This money could only be used to renovate their house.
"Let's do as you say."
In the main room, the two elders appeared solemn at that moment.
Shen Weiguo, Old Shen, had sighed more than once.
Yang Qiuhua, beside him, was annoyed by his sighing.
