Accurate Weight

"It's fine if you want to split from the family, but you can't take anything with you and we won't give you any money. If you want to leave, you can leave," Zhao Liu said.

Zhao Fei took a look around the house and then at the people in front of him and smiled mockingly. He knew Zhao Liu well and had never harbored any hope of being able to get back the house. However, he still wanted to take back a part of what used to belong to his father.

"My father had left behind the house, a bicycle and 200 dollars back then. I don't want the money or the bicycle, but I want the house. Since I won't come back here anymore, there's no point for me to keep the house. Give me 130 dollars and I'll take it that I've sold the house to you," Zhao Fei said.

"Don't you think we needed to spend money to bring you up! Didn't we feed you! How dare you ask for the house!" Zhao Liu said furiously.