Adored by Him: My Blissful Days as the Girl Next Door

Zhao Dazhuang sighed deeply, his voice tinged with a bit of choking emotion, "I am so unfilial, I am!"

Shi Yang could understand Zhao Dazhuang’s feelings, but understanding didn’t mean support. After hesitating several times, he couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle, what are your plans next?"

Zhao Dazhuang pursed his lips tightly, "This time back, I plan to sell the house, transfer the convenience store, and take your aunt and Meimei back to the south to live, to serve my old lady well."

Shi Yang knew about this, but hearing it in person still made him tense. He asked, "Isn’t the house allocated by the factory? Can it be privately traded?"

Zhao Dazhuang had also considered this issue. He sighed, "The factory issued a document. After this buyout is completed, the house can be attributed to individuals based on years of service. I calculated that if I pay less than thirty thousand more, I can get the house deed."

Shi Yang reached out to wipe the sweat dripping down his hair, "It will probably take a few days to complete the procedures and sell the house."

Zhao Dazhuang was also troubled by this, "If it doesn’t work out, I’ll handle it step by step. I’ll strive to settle the house deed first and talk about buying a house later."

Through the thick steam, Shi Yang squinted his handsome eyes, "If all the money is invested in the house, what about the expenses for grandma’s hospitalization?"

Zhao Dazhuang: "Your aunt and I have over twenty thousand, we can use it first. My sister and my sister can pitch in as well. If it’s really not enough, we’ll find a way. If I don’t settle the house now, I’m afraid when the factory closes, we won’t find anyone to do the procedures. And if the medical bills aren’t enough, I can sell the house to make up for it."

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhuang’s tone, Shi Yang knew he was determined to go back south to take care of his old lady.

Shi Yang was worried to death. With Zhao Dazhuang’s reason for filial piety, no matter what else was said, it became insignificant and trivial.

Shi Yang’s face fell, turning his head to look at Zhao Dazhuang’s blurred facial outline, "Then, what about Meimei?"