Su Yun ignored her, but Qin Zhonghui gave a nod in response.
His hand was injured, but fortunately, their luggage didn't contain any large, heavy items. It was rather pathetic, really; from this splitting of the household, they had received practically nothing.
If they hadn't fought hard for the five thousand yuan from when the house was first built, their family of four would probably have had to survive on air.
Of the one thousand yuan they had received previously, three hundred was immediately deducted for child support, counting as this year's payment.
No matter how displeased Qin Jiqun and Feng Lan were, the move happened anyway. Meanwhile, Mr. Qin sulked in his room, smoking his long-stemmed pipe, while Old Mrs. Qin grumbled beside him.
"Our second son has always been the most sensible one. What's gotten into him this time?" she lamented with a sigh.
Mr. Qin grew irritated by his wife's constant sighing and snapped, "Shut up! If you want to sigh, go do it outside!"
