Mr. Xiao, who supported Xiao Chenye building a blue-brick and tile-roofed house, was quickly suppressed by Mrs. Xiao with a flick of her shoe sole.
Xiao Chenye: "..."
Dad, isn't your rebellion a bit too weak?
Mrs. Xiao smiled gently, "Chenye, you just mentioned you wanted to build what? I didn't quite catch that, could you say it again?"
She might as well have written "threat" across her face.
Xiao Chenye felt intimidated, standing behind Wen Ran, he muttered awkwardly, "Come on, can't you just talk nicely? What's the rush?
Besides, what's wrong with building a blue-brick and tile-roofed house? Our brigade has built quite a few in the past two or three years."
"How much money do you have? You want to build a house? Your dreams are quite grand, aren't they?"
"Mom, building a house doesn't cost that much, and over the years I've saved some while driving trucks outside.
