A stranger in the village always garnered curiosity.
"Whose relative is this? Such an ostentatious entrance."
"I have no idea."
"Maybe they are relatives of Yangyang's family."
"Seems like that to me."
Looking at the curious villagers, a look of disdain crossed Shangguan Furong's face.
Where there is poverty, there are peevish folks!
Have they never seen a wealthy person before?
Initially, Shangguan Furong had no intention of coming. Still, persuaded by the old lady Shangguan, she came.
No matter what, Shangguan Dehui was her brother.
She should save him face.
Shangguan Furong is not an unreasonable person.
But now, she regrets the decision terribly.
Looking at the village's low and humble earth houses, Shangguan Furong's disdain intensified. Which era are we living in that people still inhabit such homes?
Does Ni Cuihua's family also live in such houses?
