Fang Pingying watched Zeng Weiguo's departing figure, frowned in thought, then smiled and asked juzi, "What's going on, juzi? Uncle Zeng won't be thinking about subsidizing us for the rent, will he?"
juzi hadn't thought that much about it, "What do you mean?"
Fang Pingying recalled what Zeng Weiguo had just said, and puzzledly mentioned, "Such a big yard, Uncle Zeng spoke as if he could definitely rent it for under US$100."
juzi remembered, and also felt Zeng Weiguo was a bit odd, he had never mentioned how much the yard actually cost, he said he would talk to the landlord, but he had already instructed them to do other things, as if the house deal was already settled.
Moreover, he had just left and had already handed over the keys to them, and no one else came to show them the house.
She thought to herself that perhaps Zeng Weiguo thought the house was nice and wanted to rent it for her no matter the cost.
