Zhang Yu looked at Wei He in a daze and whispered in Wei Dazhi's ear, "Your son, he must be blaming Li Juan for this account."
Don't be fooled by Wei He's obedience to his wife; he is a henpecked husband, but if his interests are truly harmed, it would be strange if he doesn't hold a grudge.
Wei Dazhi wasn't concerned with the third son and his wife at the moment; what he really wanted to know now was, "Wife, are you really planning to donate the house to the community?"
He knew houses of the five-guarantee families are handed over to the state, and the state also provides for their elder care, but the problem is, they are not five-guarantee families.
"Yes." No matter how accommodating Wei Dazhi usually was with his wife, this was not a trivial matter. Zhang Yu estimated that he would most likely disagree.
"We did say that whoever is filial would get the house, but have you considered, old man, what if they unite and don't care if we live or die?" Zhang Yu shouted.
