Lin Deshan, like everyone else, had the same expression when he arrived at Lin Yuelan's house.
He was shocked, in disbelief, and had a little heartache.
How hard must it be for a child to live in such a small, trembling, and slightly teetering thatched house?
After Lin Deshan saw Lin Yuelan, he said in disbelief, "girl, this ... You live here?"
Lin YUuelan nodded and said, "yes, Uncle Lin. Is there a problem?"
There was a problem, but Lin Deshan thought about it and immediately shook his head. "No problem." He had heard that when she was nine years old, she was forced to separate from her family.
However, he clearly remembered that a few months ago, this child had sold a big tiger to him and earned three to four hundred taels. This silver was enough to build a good house. Why didn't she build one?
Lin Deshan followed Lin Yuelan into the house with some doubts.
