Zhang Guoqing heard a familiar, pleasant laughter, glanced at the two figures, squinted his eyes, and slowly approached after getting into the car and starting it.
Others say that people become wise with age, but this aunt seems to be becoming senile, wandering through the secluded alleys with his wife in the middle of the night without any concern for potential dangers.
Luckily, he came.
"Brother, why are you here?"
"Aunt, good evening. Hurry up and get in the car." Zhang Guoqing glanced painfully at her hand, foolishly she didn't take it out of her pocket for warmth, why hold someone's arm?
Aunt Zuo got into the car and sat down, sighed with relief, "When did you come? I've been waiting quite a while."
Once Zhou Jiao was seated, Zhang Guoqing relaxed his grip on the steering wheel slightly, "Not long, I almost thought I missed you. Has the courtyard been decided?"
"Yes, a small courtyard for 4500 dollars, tomorrow Shi Tou will come over to pay and transfer ownership."
