His eyes grew red with envy, almost as if they could drip blood.
He leaned in close to Eldest Qin and proposed, "Big brother, you have two sons, but you don't need three houses. Let Xiao Kuan have one, okay? I don't want the ownership; just let Xiao Kuan use it to get married. When he has money in the future, he can buy his own place and move out!"
"No way!" Eldest Qin's second son rushed over and shoved him. "Three houses—one for me, one for my big brother, and one for my parents—it's just right. If you want to live somewhere, buy it yourself!"
Qin the Second shouted angrily, "How can you talk to your second uncle like that?"
"Second brother, enough. Don't argue with the child," Eldest Qin said. "We're getting older, and we have to listen to the kids. Both my boys are filial, they've been by our side through hard times, and now they're about to have better days. I can't hold them back. Let's not bring up borrowing a house again."
