Rong Wenming saw his daughter's assertive attitude, and he could only pocket the money and the ticket. "Alright, I'm leaving."
He pushed his old bicycle out the door.
Rong Yan went downstairs to fetch a bucket; she needed to carry it upstairs to clean...
Rong Wenming rode his bicycle towards the second-hand market.
Near the second-hand market, Rong Wenze had intended to head home, but when he saw his uncle riding a bicycle, disbelief filled his eyes.
Uncle? This man is still alive?
As soon as he saw him, without any hesitation, he followed closely behind.
When he caught up with him, he saw his uncle buying a bed.
After thinking it over, he approached him, "Uncle!"
Rong Wenming, upon hearing the familiar call, turned his head to glance and upon seeing it was his nephew, his expression turned cold.
"Why are you here?"
Rong Quankun examined his uncle's demeanor... well, this certainly didn't look like someone on their deathbed.
