Seeing the sorrow and helplessness on his parents' faces, Zhao Dong instinctively sensed something was wrong and asked, "Dad, Mom, what happened?"
Zhao Kangyou looked at Zhao Dong, not wanting his son to get involved. After all, Feng Hui's son was a manager at the big demolition company. He wasn't someone their family could afford to offend.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kangyou shook his head and said, "It's nothing, Dong. Don't ask."
Zhao Dong frowned. "Dad, this is our family's business. Why can't I know about it?"
Zhao Kangyou started to speak, but Feng Hui cut in with a chuckle. "Zhao Dong, let me tell you. Your parents want to take over the plot of land where I grow my flowers. Do you think that's right? You should convince your parents not to be so greedy."
Zhao Dong was stunned. He frowned and said, "Didn't you ask my family for that plot of land to grow flowers on? I clearly remember you coming over during dinner one night to ask for it. How did it become your land?"
