As soon as Xiaoqiao stepped through the door, she sensed something was off with the atmosphere at home.
The mood in this house was always oppressive, filled with a sense of "deadness" everywhere.
Ever since Zhang Jintao, who always worked in the ministry, failed in his business investment using his lifetime savings, he became dispirited.
He no longer tried to strive forward, nor did he look for work.
Of course, for a man of his age, finding a job that's easy and pays well is quite challenging.
Moreover, anyone slightly involved in society knew of his dark past; which employer would dare to hire him?
Manual labor was still possible to find, but would Zhang Jintao do manual labor?
Manual labor was out of the question; he could only rely on the monthly allowance from Zhang Jundian to merely survive.
Earlier this year, he received a notice.
He was no longer an employee of the Metallurgical Plant and was not allowed to continue living in the dormitory compound.
