"Heh, I know a lot of things, but there's no need to tell you." Song Zhiwei raised her eyebrows impatiently.

He turned around and asked Song Zhiwen, "Didn't you persuade them to give me the money to build a house? Why didn't you say a word like a saw-mouthed gourd?"

Song Zhiwen blinked aggrievedly, "Third Sister, I'm...just thinking about how to persuade...don't force me."

When Zhao Laidi came back from using the toilet, she heard the last words of her beloved son. ...