Wu Shufen understood the moment she saw her. "Did you and my second son get into another fight about buying the house?"
She felt Zhao Xiaohui was like a Pixiu—all take and no give. Not only was she short-sighted, but she was also deeply suspicious. Thinking about this, Wu Shufen's own expression soured.
Seeing her mother-in-law scowling as she questioned her, Zhao Xiaohui looked at her with an aggrieved expression. "The other day, didn't you and Sister-in-law both say that buying a house in the city was a bad idea? That it would be better to build a few new brick-and-tile rooms? They'd be bright and spacious, and it would give us face in the team, wouldn't it?"
Wu Shufen nodded. "We did say that! But now we want to buy it. So just tell us, are you going to put up the money or not?"
Zhao Xiaohui clutched the cloth bag tightly and asked, "Mom, is what Little Lan said true? Will it really make money in three to five years?"
