"Oh!" Wang Yunfa scratched his head.
Even Li Xia, who lived in Zhonglou District, knew about the demolition. The two elders of the Wang family, who lived in South City, naturally knew as well.
At the dining table, there was a plate of beef with sauce, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of stir-fried cabbage. Old Master Wang drank a glass of wine happily, and Old Madam Wang was also talking about this.
However, compared to Li Xia, the two elders had little reaction.
Perhaps because there was a generation gap between them and the current era, the old couple did not understand the benefits of demolition. However, like most elders in South City, they were worried about their retirement. If South City was demolished, where would they go?
"Stop talking. We don't even know when the demolition will take place," the old man put down his wineglass and said to Old Madam Wang.
