With the admission letter in hand, Zhang Yu and Zhao Yadong began discussing packing and leaving.
All the materials promised to Zhang Juan were left behind, and most of the furniture they had purchased was sold off.
As for the large iron pot, Zhang Juan bought it.
"I've thought it over, I plan to rent this room from you." Although the big shared bed area was no longer crowded, with some going to university and others returning to the city, a single room was still preferable.
"Alright, do your best." Zhang Yu thought about it and figured she was leaving anyway, it didn't matter who lived there.
Zhang Juan nodded, "After I find out about their situation, I'll write to you."
"Okay." In fact, Zhang Yu didn't care or mind what would happen to Zhang Tao afterward.
With the proof written in their own handwriting, Zhang Yu dared not believe they could still misrepresent the facts. If they dared, she'd make sure they regretted it.
