After returning home in the evening, Lin Yi's life went by the usual routine.
After dinner, he played with Little Nuonuo.
The two sat side by side on the chairs in the yard, watching Little Nuonuo play with sand.
"Did you encounter something? Why do you keep spacing out?"
"I'm thinking about work." Lin Yi said:
"You must have heard about the crisis at Chuangrong."
"I knew about it long ago. It's been a big issue for a long time, it was very hot before, but quickly dissipated." Ji Qingyan said, "I guess the heat got suppressed."
"A couple came to me today, they are the victims. They paid the down payment, pay mortgage every month, and also have to rent a place, but their house can't resume construction. They don't know what to do."
"That's a big issue, difficult to handle." Ji Qingyan said:
"But I heard the top is dealing with this matter, though there may not be a result soon."
Lin Yi nodded, acknowledging Ji Qingyan's viewpoint.
