Standing outside the door, Qiao Mo took stock of the scene.
Old Mrs. Qiao's newly rented place was an outdated apartment building. It seemed to have aged, worlds apart from the vibrant and luxurious Qiao family villa. The brown-red walls had faded somewhat, washed out by the rain over time, causing much of the paint to peel off.
After climbing three flights of stairs, the group finally entered what was called the new home.
Qiao Mo surveyed the surroundings. The house was around a hundred and thirty square meters, plenty for an ordinary family. Yet, considering the Qiao family's size, it was excessively cramped.
Uncle Qiao Deshan's family of four, Song Yuqin and Qiao Yin, Old Mrs. Qiao, and the still-out Mr. Qiao, not to mention herself and her hospitalized brother Qiao Xuan.
Counting just those who needed a place to stay, there were already eight people.
"How can we live here! Mom! Can't you rent a bigger house?" Qiao Deshan frowned deeply, his eyes filled with disgust.
