How much golden thread nanmu was used to build such a huge house?
How much was it worth?
No one could answer this question.
Not long after…
Bedding, purified water, toiletries, and other things were sent over.
Perhaps it was because they were staying in a house made out of golden thread nanmu, but that night, Lin Fan and Zhang Ting slept very comfortably.
...
They were comfortable, but some people could not sleep or eat in peace.
Liu Wei had just returned home. His wife, Zhang Mudan, saw the miserable appearance of her son, Liu Kaijun, at a glance. His face was red and swollen.
"What's going on?" Zhang Mudan shouted. "Son, tell me, who hit you?! I'll definitely teach him a lesson!"
Then, she looked at Liu Wei, who was sitting on the sofa and about to smoke. She shouted, "Smoking again? All you know is smoking!
"Why don't you smoke yourself to death? Don't you see that your son has gotten beaten up? Do you still want to smoke?!"
