Chen Jiahang looked back at his fellow workers.
Considering that he couldn't speak, few workers would chat with him. When they were talking, he could only listen, but could not join in.
He nodded.
Indeed, he had a wife, whom he bought with money.
Chen Qiang looked envious, so envious and jealous beyond words that he was even about to swallow saliva.
"Come, you come." He grabbed the shovel from Chen Jiahang, pulled him under a street lamp and handed him a small stick.
"Come on, how did you get a wife?" Chen Qiang asked.
Even a dumb and foolish person like Chen Jiahang could marry a wife. He really couldn't figure out why he couldn't get one? He was 36 years old and never had a girlfriend. He had pursued several before but failed at last. Those two girls introduced by relatives refused politely after seeing the situation of his family.
Women now were snobbish. Who would not marry a guy with no money, no house or no car?
