Quickly ask Uncle An if the money for this house has been paid in full upfront; surely Han Ming wouldn't have to pay for the house himself.

Fortunately, Amber replied that the money for the house was paid for by a check signed by the chairman.

Han Ming felt a little better after hearing this, but it was clear that Uncle An had not finished speaking.

He then said slowly:

"However, the chairman said that the purchase price of the house will be collected from Mr. Han in six months. The chairman said that by then Mr. Han will be a millionaire and will not be short of money."

I, the one with the X in the circle, ultimately couldn't escape it; I still had to pay for it myself.

Han Ming sighed and slumped onto the dining table, lamenting his miserable fate. It seemed he would definitely have to pay for the annual property management fees for the house himself from now on; there was no escaping it.

No wonder they were so kind as to arrange a room for me too. It turns out this house is mine, Han Ming's own.

Looking at Dong Xiaolu with a wry smile, Han Ming felt utterly helpless.

Dong Xiaolu found it amusing to see her boyfriend looking dejected, and she also thought to herself that her parents were quite cunning.

She didn't tell Han Ming beforehand, catching her boyfriend completely off guard, which was really hilarious.

She walked over and sat down next to Han Ming, blinking as she stared at her boyfriend.

Han Ming knew perfectly well what his girlfriend's eyes were saying. Composing himself, he tried to find humor in the situation:

"Xiaolu, don't worry. This is what Han Ming should pay. It's nothing, just a small matter. From now on, I'll take care of everything."

He spoke very nicely, but his heart was bleeding. Han Ming, who had originally planned to benefit from his wealthy father-in-law, had his fragile heart shattered.