"Wow, this boy really knows how to enjoy life. I, his father, haven't lived in such a nice house yet. It's really something!" Du Qiang commented while looking around and touching things in the living room, feeling quite satisfied.
Although he is a seasoned university teacher with a decent income, living in a house like this would still be challenging for him.
Zhou Hui, on the other hand, sat on the sofa with an air of superiority and said disdainfully, "Can you calm down? Look at you, acting like someone who's never seen the world. Our son has made something of himself now. Once he makes big money in the future, he'll definitely get me a nice house too.
But even if he wants to, I couldn't be bothered moving. We're used to our house, and I definitely wouldn't be comfortable suddenly living somewhere else."
