Wu Lei knew nothing about it. It was only when he came back on his tricycle to pack up his bags that he heard one earful of gossip relayed by Zhang Yanping—
[Three children's filial piety moved heaven; aged father fills ladle with dung]
Huh? Ah! Uh... Damn, that's intense!
He stuffed his quilt into a plastic bag, took a longing look at the room he lived in, and then left with overwhelming sadness.
Qiaoqiao was just spreading out a sheet of white paper when she saw him and curiously asked, "Eh, Brother Wu Lei, are you leaving?"
"Not exactly leaving."
Wu Lei sighed, "It's your uncle, insisting it's not appropriate for me to live here, nagging me every single day to move to the pasture... Is there really any difference which side I stay on!"
It's so convenient to eat breakfast early at my aunt's house!
Zhang Yanping thought to himself, of course it's inappropriate!
