The Hengtai incident had already been several days past, and An Yusheng was still in the hospital.
Wang Ruyi and An Xiaoru now were both at home as well.
After the Hengtai matter, all that was left to them now was this villa, and they had nearly sold off all their other assets, and most of the servants had been dismissed.
In just a few short days, An Xiaoru had started to feel the pinch financially. She had had some spare cash on hand, but it had all gone to plug the hole left by Wang Sihua's shortfall.
"Mom, the hospital called again asking for us to come and pay the inpatient fees... Xixi probably can't come up with any more either..."
An Xiaoru looked anxiously at Wang Ruyi, her face etched with worry.
Seeing that Wang Ruyi didn't respond, she continued, "Mom, why don't we... just sell this villa, get a smaller one, at least we could keep going. Dad's situation is like a bottomless pit, we can't just go on like this..."
