Since the wages are paid, and it saved them effort, the moving workers happily left.
Huang's mother was anxious: "Son, what are you doing?"
Huang Xiaojue slumped on the sofa, just pressing hard on his brow.
"Zhou Ting meant well. She said you two are getting married, what's ours is hers too. She said this villa is her mother's property, her mother doesn't need it, so she gave it to us to live in, what's wrong with that? Why can't we move in?"
Villa, Yang Wei... Vanity really does harm.
Huang Xiaojue had lost the energy to comfort his mother anymore, just responded blandly: "Mom, have you not considered why Zhou Ting would give you so much stuff?"
Huang's mother was righteously: "Because she loves you. She's the only daughter in her family, later on, won't her possessions all be yours?"
