Zhang Chen froze when he heard that. Was the other party trying to drive him out?
His family knew very little about what had happened between him and Shi Yunnan. They only knew that he and Shi Yunnan had dated for seven years, and that he had always supported her. Under normal circumstances, the two of them should have been living together long ago, so it was hardly strange for Zhang Fang to say such a thing now.
Zhang Chen glanced at Zhang Fang without explaining. He had already stolen away everything the man had accumulated over a lifetime. Was he really unwilling to give up a room worth only a few hundred yuan?
So Zhang Chen said nothing more. After nodding and saying, "All right," he turned and went into the room to pack his things. He did not have much to pack—only the supplies he had bought after returning for his journey to the Northern Frontier, along with the books he had borrowed.
Zhang Chen stuffed a large bundle full, then opened the door and prepared to leave. Zhang Fang hurriedly said, "It's already dark. Leave tomorrow."
Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Fang without speaking, shouldered his bundle, and walked away. Today was his birthday. Not only had Zhang Fang not celebrated it for him, he had even driven him out. The disappointment in Zhang Chen's heart was beyond words. From this day onward, the karmic ties between him and his birth family were completely severed.
Walking through the dim streets, Zhang Chen swept his gaze over the shops lining the road, wanting to pick a small inn to stay in. But he was currently on parole, and no inn would take him in. Looking at the brightly lit street, Zhang Chen's gaze fell into a dazed emptiness.