"All right, all right," Qin Jiqun cut in. He was worried his wife would be at a disadvantage; after all, they were outnumbered.
After smoothing things over, he turned and asked with a beaming smile, "Second Brother, how much did you pay for this house?"
No matter how you looked at it, they still had their sights set on the house.
Qin Zhonghui said, exasperated, "Ji Qun, I've told you so many times. Our neighbors are just letting us stay here temporarily. We have to work for them in return."
"What do you mean, 'work'? Isn't it just cooking and cleaning the house? You guys must have struck it rich. How much do you make a month?"
Money was all they could talk about.
They were utterly consumed by greed!
