Another slightly younger middle-aged man looked at Old Mr. Zhao, "Second brother, you and your daughter are both living in Kyoto now. You don't use this house anymore. If we move in, we can also look after it for you."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yunhan finally understood why they had come.
"Dad, however you decide to handle this, I have no objections," Meng Yunhan made her stance clear. Little Huzi was already six years old and had never seen them before; moreover, if he hadn't heard anything from Dad about them, it could only mean one thing—things had really reached the point of no return.
"Big brother, little brother, you can leave. I won't let you move into this house," he said.
The uncle laughed and said, "Second brother, since nobody lives in the house anyway, if the third brother moves in, he is really going to take care of it for you. You won't need to worry about dust when you come back for the holidays."
