"This unfilial son, he's going to be the death of me, the death of me!" Jiang Youlin clutched his chest, looking like he couldn't take it anymore.
Yang Yu immediately gave his chest two massages to activate blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis, and he finally caught his breath.
Teacher Ding was sobbing uncontrollably, stammering, not knowing what to say.
"Alas, the heart of parents in the world is indeed pitiful!" Yang Yu sighed quietly and said gently to the two old folks, "Mr. Jiang, Teacher Ding, I've already helped you buy back your old house. If you have money, you can buy it back, and if you don't, just live in it. I won't charge you rent, live as long as you want."
Teacher Ding understood Yang Yu's meaning and also sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that after teaching and nurturing people for a lifetime, I taught good students but didn't teach a good son, it's shameful!"
