In the evening, a group of three returned to a house in Alley Thirteen.
This room was the last thing Xia Qiqi had left. Even as reckless gamblers, she and her brother didn't dare target this house—it was the only valuable thing they had. If they lost the house as well, they would be left homeless.
As they entered the house, there wasn't a single valuable item left inside.
Xia Youcai lay down on the sofa, which had been kept because it had several big holes in it and wasn't worth selling; that's why it had been spared.
"Xia Qiqi, it looks like we're going to have to sell the house," Xia Youcai said.
"Xia Youcai, if you dare think about selling the house, I will fight you tooth and nail," Xia Qiqi shouted angrily.
