"What do you think?" Zhou Lina, without waiting for a reply, asked again.
"If you feel there's no way out, it's okay, you can start packing up your stuff."
"I can go to the factory union tomorrow and ask them to step in and talk to the person who lent you the house."
Zhou Hong probably felt dizzy by now and hadn't completely understood, but that's fine; she could repeat it if necessary.
What? Zhou Hong was stunned by Zhou Lina's words and, after swallowing a few times, said, "It's okay, it's okay."
"I can handle this. I'll have the house emptied by dinner time tomorrow." Zhou Hong thought he definitely needed to go back earlier tomorrow.
As a junior, he couldn't criticize Zhou Dajiang for his excessive actions—he could only let his grandparents and parents step in.
