Picking up, Shen Baolan's proud voice came through the phone, "Shen Mingzhu, there's something I forgot to tell you earlier. We looked at a house in Ruifeng Garden this afternoon and put down the money for it. The house number is 29."
All the houses in Ruifeng Garden are detached villas, each with its own serial number; number 29 was the very one Shen Mingzhu had her eyes on.
Shen Mingzhu feigned surprise, "Oh my, why did you buy that house? Haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Never mind, it's nothing."
Without waiting for Shen Baolan to ask more questions, Shen Mingzhu hung up the phone and disconnected the line.
If Shen Baolan could sleep tonight, write her name backwards.
Returning to the dining table and seeing that both children were patiently waiting for her, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but feel touched.
"Alright, let's eat. After we're done, I'll take you to the night market."
"Yay!"
