"I'm planning to continue in business, but the trust fund left by our mother isn't enough for seed money, so I can only sell the old house. The upkeep's too high, and we're supporting so many freeloaders. It's supposed to be in the name of friendship, but in truth, it just makes us fools. It's better to let it go; after all, who can afford to support them forever." In the vast dining room, Lu Mingxun looked around.
He wasn't emotionally attached. He was pragmatic, seeing all possessions as transient, unable to be taken along after death. Selling them for cash, that's business—a simple transaction of buy-and-sell for profit.
"Mother left the old house to you; you have the right to handle it." Lu Chenyuan's tone was calm, and he no longer had the energy to contest anything.
Even eras come to an end, let alone a family; the Lu Family was completely scattered.
