"When can we meet? I need to get my car fixed."
Lin Yan's phone turned off and on again, his mind wandering. He looked at Lu Chenyuan, sitting in the front passenger seat of the taxi, unsure whether he should be honest with him.
One hundred fifty thousand—when he heard this figure, he would surely be shocked as well.
"Tomorrow morning at eight!!" Lin Yan replied to the WeChat message, feeling downcast.
Zhou Ping was noisy in the car, incessantly talking about Sister Chu Xiu's family, all to boast in front of others about how well her daughter had married and how accomplished her son-in-law was.
Lin Yan didn't tell Zhou Ping about Xu Bingfeng's recent unemployment; he felt there was no need to talk about his wife behind her back.
Zhou Ping and Lin Guoping had moved into the master bedroom. Lin Yan, holding a pillow, gave Lu Chenyuan an embarrassed smile.
"Dear, you'll just have to put up with it for a few days. Once Sister Chu Xiu finds a place, they'll move out."