Although the fishing village was overall quite poor, family assets still varied widely.
And the Xia family was among the poorest in the village.
Located by the sea was an old apartment complex, built in 3208 AD, which now had a history of 90 years.
The design life of the building was 100 years; it was nearing the end of its lifespan.
Most residents had already moved out, only a few households with no money to buy new homes continued to live there.
The Xia family's home was on the third floor, unit three, apartment eight.
"We're poor, don't mind it," Xia Ji said.
Yang Gang smiled, "Compared to me, a member of the proletariat, at least you are homeowners. What right do I have to mock you?"
Xia Ji smiled and took out her keys, twisting the door open, "Mom, we're back. Mom? Mom! What are you, what are you doing!"
Xia Ji's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic as she looked ahead.
Curious, Yang Gang stretched his neck for a peek and his face also changed slightly.
