Su Xueqiang sneered. "You don't have to do anything. She won't have a good ending."
"What's going on?" Chen Guihua asked happily.
"Big brother is dead, Zhou Hengyang has been chased away, and Su Wen and her sisters are at the mercy of others." He had seen his second brother's family's scheming clearly. "In the future, the five large tile-roofed houses will be occupied by other people."
"That won't do," Chen Guihua was so agitated that her plump body shuddered. "The big tile-roofed house belongs to us. We can't let others have it."
"Let me think about it." Of course, Su Xueqiang was envious, but his brain wasn't that exceptional. If he had not found out by chance that the 55 yuan that Wen had given Zhou Hengyang was entirely borrowed from matchmaker Zhao, he would not have thought of it.
This Wen was really bold. She even dared to lend him the 55 yuan.
