Lin Fan took Li Zixia to a house.
Li Zixia looked at the house, curious: "Brother Fan, why did you bring me back here?"
The house in front of her was her former home, which her uncle Li Jianshui had sold, leaving her homeless. That was one thing, but the main issue was that this house held too many memories for her—bits and pieces of living with her father were all lost.
Lin Fan pulled out a set of keys and handed them to Li Zixia: "I've gotten the house back for you. Here are the keys."
Li Zixia was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed: "Brother Fan, are you serious? Really got it back?"
Lin Fan said: "Yes, it's true. I explained your situation to the family, and they agreed to give up the house. I offered them a reasonable price. They've already moved out and tried to restore it to its original state."
Li Zixia's eyes welled up with emotion.
"Thank you, Brother Fan," Li Zixia said, embracing Lin Fan.
A beauty in his arms felt very pleasant.
