"Okay," Tang Yuxin narrowed her eyes happily, "Dad, I want to pick the location myself."
"All right then, you pick. Wherever you choose, we'll buy," Tang Zhinian laughed genially, then affectionately ruffled his daughter's hair. She had always been mature for her age, particularly after being hit by Sang Zhilan once. She wasn't one to laugh often, and it had been a long while since he'd seen her this cheerful. In essence, she was still just a child; it was his failing as a father.
As long as his daughter was happy, however much money it required, he was willing to spend.
The next day, Tang Zhinian took Tang Yuxin to look for houses.
"I want this one," Tang Yuxin didn't pay any attention to the other houses, and pointed directly at a time-aged house. The exterior plaster was nearly worn off, revealing the extended time that this house had been standing.
