What made Zhao Nuanyue even more reluctant was that the house was the only thing their father had left them.
"Sis, it'd be a shame to sell such a nice house," Zhao Nuanyang said with a frown. "One of the courtyards is a garden. There are no buildings in it, so it's not livable, but we could plant some vegetables there next spring. The front courtyard has the main house and the east and west wings, so there are plenty of rooms. Even if Zhao Jinghai's family moved in, there'd be enough space for them and us, but we can't let them stay. It's easy to invite someone in, but much harder to get them to leave. Why don't we rent the house out instead?"
Zhao Nuanyue was taken aback. After a moment's thought, she said, "Does anyone even rent houses these days? Isn't housing assigned to everyone?"
