Before going to bed, Zhao Xiaocong went to find Anning.
"Mom, did you and Uncle Xiao get your marriage certificate?"
Anning pointed to the chair: "Sit down."
Zhao Xiaocong sat down, and then Anning said: "We've already registered, but we've discussed it and don't plan to have a banquet."
"I wasn't talking about the banquet."
Zhao Xiaocong scratched his head: "I was thinking that both our house and Uncle Xiao's are small, and you haven't moved in together even after getting your certificate. It's not good. Shouldn't we sell both houses to gather some money and buy a bigger one?"
Anning smiled and patted Zhao Xiaocong's shoulder: "Not bad, our son's grown up."
Zhao Xiaocong's face turned red.
"Alright, we know what to do. Your Uncle Xiao is figuring it out."
Anning also laughed, pinching Zhao Xiaocong's cheek: "Don't worry, you're not that old yet. Right now, the most important thing for you is to study; leave the rest to the adults."
"I'm just concerned about you."
