"Dad, it's the middle of the festival season..."
Ah Qing's eyes widened, quickly grabbing the phone from her dad, who was calling the renovation company to ask about the price of windowsills.
"You just don't get it! This is called reserving in advance. Once the factory starts working, we'll immediately replace all the glass windows at home."
"No matter who feels wronged, we can't wrong Master Fuli!"
Yu Zhenghong spoke confidently, thumping his chest to assure her, swiftly optimizing Master Fuli's living environment.
"Eh?"
Ah Qing shrunk back suddenly, stammeringly speaking, looking towards the stairs and asking:
"Then... the doors and windows upstairs have been left open all these years, and the cold wind we endured in winter is..."
"Didn't we buy houses in the city? We only return to the ancestral home during the festival. I originally planned to build two more stories when I retired. Then, we'd do it all together."
