Mu Dandan chimed in.
Her words were the Achilles' heel of everyone in the Old Mu Family.
With so many people, this small courtyard was simply not enough for everyone to live in.
If they had Mu Shuangshuang's one hundred taels, they could immediately get a new house.
The good days were just around the corner.
"Shuangshuang, you have no idea what kind of life Uncle Si is living, he has to sleep every night in..."
Mu Yingying wanted to add fuel to the fire to stir up everyone's emotions even more.
Just as she was about to speak about Mu Dajiang's conditions, Mu Xiaxia interrupted her.
"Sister Yingying, this has nothing to do with my dad!"
Mu Xiaxia knew her dad had sacrificed a lot to maintain his dignity in front of Sister Shuangshuang.
She couldn't let her dad lose the last bit of his dignity.
"How is it not related? Every night, the one sleeping in the kitchen's haystack is your dad! The one sleeping on the ground in the main room is you and Xiao Chu!
