In the afternoon, Second Son of Zeng Family didn't show up until 3:30. This person was about fifty years old, not very tall, and he kept dodging Su Ronggui's questions.
"It's not like we don't care for her, it's just that my son got married and there aren't enough rooms. She chose to live in the garage. Her grandson is the apple of her eye, she loves him dearly. Besides, it's not impossible to live in a garage, lots of people in the neighborhood rent them out for others to live in..."
"Whose house is this?" Su Ronggui directly got to the heart of the matter.
"My mom used to live with us, but after my son got married and my daughter-in-law gave birth, the house isn't big enough. I initially disagreed with her moving down, but she insisted..." Second Son of Zeng Family avoided the question.
Su Ronggui persistently asked again, "Then, whose house is this?"
