Jiang Xue thought for a moment and suddenly had an idea to divert his attention. So, she said to Father Jiang: "Dad, what kind of house do you like?"
"What's with you suddenly talking about houses?" Mrs. Jiang looked at her daughter, noticing the topic had shifted, not knowing what to say.
They were clearly talking about the surgery, so how did the conversation turn to houses in the blink of an eye?
It's not that she said it, but considering the family's current situation, just being able to pay off the previous debts would be good enough. How could they dare to think about houses?
Besides, they already had a house to live in. Even though it's a bit old, it could at least last for a few decades.
"Why can't we talk about it?" Jiang Xue turned to look at her mother and said, "Last time I told Dad I wanted to buy a house in the city and then bring you both to live with me. So now, I want to ask what kind of house you want or how you'd like to decorate our new home."
