Yang Hua touched a mahjong tile and turned around.
"I don't know, but the car they drive is very stylish." The little boy scratched his head.
"That's probably the Jiang family." Yang Hua put her mahjong tiles upside down on the table, told the others not to look at her tiles, and went out to find someone.
This year, the Jiang family had sent people to check on her from time to time.
Yang Hua looked up and saw a very stylish car parked on the cement road that had just been repaired last year in the village. It was different from the BMW that the Jiang family drove last time.
She couldn't recognize the name of the car, so she walked over directly.
"Are you miss yang baozhu?" Two people were parked beside the car. It was mid-October, and the two of them were wearing black suits, which were out of place in the low houses of the village.
Yang Hua squinted and looked at the two of them. Yang Hua, thank you.
