Zhuang Chaoying could never have done what Lin Wufeng had done, not even if his life depended on it.
Had Zhuang Chaoying been home instead, he would probably have repeated the same few lines over and over: "Bear with it. Just bear with it a little longer. We should be magnanimous, not stoop to other people's level."
Huang Ling spoke first, sighing softly. "I really never expected Engineer Lin to have so many ideas."
Song Ying paused, then laughed. "Oh, Sister Ling, didn't you know? Those weren't his ideas. The day you moved in, your Jingcheng was the one who suggested all this to my husband."
"Huh?" This time, it was Huang Ling's turn to be stunned.
Seeing that she genuinely knew nothing about it, Song Ying grew even more interested. "Sister Ling, you really didn't know! Let me tell you-"
In just a few sentences, she quickly recounted the whole story of how Zhou Cheng had analyzed the situation so methodically that day and suggested blocking the drainpipe first, then sealing the hole in the wall.
Huang Ling blinked after hearing her out. She had never imagined her son had already offered advice back then.
Song Ying kept right on praising him. "Your Jingcheng really is impressive. He said straightaway that sealing it ourselves wouldn't do any good. Wu Feng didn't want things to turn too ugly then, so he sealed it himself first. And the result—well, you saw it yourself. If he'd listened to Jingcheng in the first place, Wu Feng wouldn't have wasted all that effort and cement."
"Is... is that so..." Huang Ling felt a little dazed.
She had secretly felt embarrassed about not taking a stand or helping with the matter. Who would have thought that on their very first day here, her son had