Kuang Yunxian was stunned.
"Uncle is going to buy her a house? With Uncle's money?"
Kuang Qingqing said: "Of course, it's my dad's money. When has that vixen ever been rich? All these years, she's been living in our house, living off us, spending our money. When has she ever earned a cent? My mom got her so many jobs, and the longest she lasted was half a month, earning twenty bucks. And then my dad praised her and bought her a pair of silver earrings for fifty! Ridiculous. Does she have money to buy a house?"
"So, weren't you always saying as long as she was willing to move out, it would be fine?"
"I want her to move out, but I never said we should use our money to buy her a house! Isn't my dad's money mine too? Do you know how much that apartment costs? Sixty-eight thousand!"
"So, this was the cause of your fight? How did you get hurt then? What did the doctor say?" Kuang Yunxian glanced at her cast-covered leg and the arm hung around her neck.