Just as the Xu Qinghe family left, Liu Sanmei complained, "Xu Zhong, what do you mean by this? If you were really backing them, why not go with them? I didn't even mention asking them for some money to build a house for us."
"How much money do you want them to give?" Xu Zhong's face turned dark with anger.
"Only one or two thousand. Look at their furniture factory, cars coming and going all the time, can they not be making money? One or two thousand is just a drop in the bucket for them." As Liu Sanmei spoke, she got more and more enthusiastic, "He's your son. The son building a house for his father, how is that wrong?"
"How can you be so shameless?"
Xu Zhong could no longer bear listening. Where did Liu Sanmei get the audacity to bring up building a house with the Xu Qinghe family?
"Xu Zhong, explain yourself. Who's shameless here? Isn't this all for your good?" Liu Sanmei's voice weakened as she saw Xu Zhong's gloomy expression.
