"Ma Qiao Sheng, my house has nothing to do with you. Whether I sell it or not, and who I sell it to, is none of your business. Scram, or I'll smack you with a big stick." Uncle Ma shot the man in his thirties a disgusted look, then let Su Qing and the others into the courtyard. With a loud BANG, he slammed the gate shut.
Furious, Ma Qiao Sheng scrambled up from the ground. He stared at the courtyard with a dark expression, inwardly cursing Uncle Ma for his heartlessness.
'Back then, his family had only cut ties with Second Uncle to protect themselves. Why couldn't he understand? Besides, it was true that his dad and Second Uncle had each gotten a house from the division of property. But his dad's house had been swindled away from him, leaving their family homeless. They'd been renting a tiny, ten-square-meter single room ever since—his parents, him, his wife, and their two kids. A whole family of six.'
