Xue Yang suddenly understood. His parents thought he was making some grand, empty promise. They believed the housing purchase agreement he gave them was fake, something to aim for in the future.
Xue Yang lowered the foot he was about to put on the stairs and returned to the sofa. He sat down and joined them in watching the last few programs of the Spring Festival Gala.
"Dad, Mom, what if what I gave you... is real?"
"Your parents can tell the difference between real and fake. You're still just a kid. Where would you get the money to buy a house?"
"Dad, Mom, the agreement is actually real."
"??????"
Xue Yuanqing, in disbelief, hastily took the red envelope out again.
"You're saying this housing purchase agreement is real?"
His son's repeated confirmations forced him to take another serious look at the document.
Xue Yang nodded and took a set of keys from his pocket. "It's real. These are the keys. I was planning to give them to you after the New Year."
