"Lulu, how did it go with that thing last time? Did you talk about it?" Uncle called again, more concerned about this matter than Xia Zhiqiu himself.
"What's up? Did that man contact my mom again?" Xia Lu, who had never had a father figure in her life from the earliest memories, couldn't immediately change her way of addressing him and could only refer to him as that man.
"Yes, he called today to say that he's coming over next week to handle it. I told your mother to talk about buying the house, but she's so stubborn she just won't mention it. I think if the money on your end is in place, there shouldn't be any problem."
After hanging up, Xia Lu felt utterly at a loss.
