Meng Xun stood by her side, afraid that Meng Xiao would get angry. He quickly sat down, putting an arm around her shoulder, leaning on her and explained: "Sis, don't be mad first, listen to me. You've had a hard time these past few years, I've held onto the house and you didn't come back."
That period was a dark time he dared not remember. He couldn't stay a second longer alone in that house, for fear would find him.
"Now that I've sold the house, you won't struggle as much. This is the house dad left for us to shelter us, he wouldn't be angry if he knew. "
This is not the house left by their father, but the house left by their mother. Meng Xun didn't know the origin of the house, and Meng Xiao didn't intend to explain it.
"Why didn't you sell it to your uncle when he wanted to buy it?" Meng Xiao asked. He had been guarding this house for only a few months, why would he want to buy a house out of nowhere?