Since Mom already had that attitude, Zhang Hao really didn't want to deal with his uncle anymore.
He immediately hung up the phone, picked up his boxed meal, and wolfed it down.
"I told you before, 'It's easy to invite the gods, but hard to send them away.' I don't even know how long your uncle plans to stay here."
"You know the rent for this room isn't cheap, it's more than two hundred yuan a night."
Zhang Hao looked around the room's layout; the environment was actually quite nice, and from the window, he could see the nearby night view.
"If you're worried about wasting money, move back in. I think with you at home, my uncle would probably restrain his behavior a bit more."
This suggestion was immediately rejected by He Qianhui. Thinking back to everything that happened that night, she just didn't want to go back anymore.
"Let's wait until your uncle leaves, then I'll go back. What if we get into a conflict? Whose side would you take then?"
