The rental apartment his parents rented was relatively small. Xu Tui could only sleep on the sofa tonight.
Xu Tui and his mother, Zhang Xiuli, had just helped his drunk father onto the bed when someone knocked on the door.
Before Xu Tui could say anything, Zhang Xiuli went to open the door. The moment Xu Tui's mind power surged out like a tidal wave, he wanted to stop his mother from opening the door.
Xu Tui suddenly smiled bitterly before he could finish his sentence. Was he being oversensitive?
"Auntie, my water pipe is leaking. I need to wrap some raw materials around it. Lend me your wrench."
The person who knocked on the door was a young man in his mid-twenties with bright eyes. While his mother, Zhang Xiuli, was looking for a wrench, he looked around the room.
"Auntie, you have a relative here? I didn't disturb you today, did I?" The young man took the board and asked with a smile.
"No."
