"The sky's the limit, where is my home..." Zhuo Feng was sitting in the little Alto, with the windows rolled down, singing a song, unspeakably happy.
They had already discussed it, and as soon as they settled down in Yanqing, Xiao Xian would still come home once a month. On the weekends, it wasn't too much of a hassle to calculate.
"Auntie, can people live on the farm now?" Xiao Xian did not expect that her uncle and auntie had worked so quickly.
"It's more or less as good as agreed. We just reinforced the house. Mr. Bai used good materials when building the house, so it's quite sturdy. I've repainted the walls, let them air out for a month or so, and the house is now livable, only there are some minor problems," Feng Xing said hesitantly.
He had been so preoccupied with Zhuo Feng's affairs these past few days that he had forgotten to report something quite important.
