Chen Zhu's neighbor is Lin Jiaxin.
"Who?" Lin Jiaxiao's mind was filled with the soon-to-be-acquired house and silver, and he momentarily failed to react.
Lin Jiazhong, however, was alert and shot his younger brother an impatient glance, saying, "It's Lin Jiaxin, that little disaster star Lin Yuan's nest!"
That family?
Lin Jiaxiao couldn't help sighing. He had originally wished to discard that family like trash, and now, ironically, they had bought the house of this person's neighbor. Weren't they just eager to follow in their footsteps?
Lin Jiaxiao hesitated, tugging at his elder brother's sleeve, "How about we just forget it?"
Lin Jiazhong also wavered but then thought of his son's future marriage and the mountain of debt. He made up his mind decisively, "Why forget it? Neighbor it is, then! After all, we won't be living there. The Lin Jiaxin family is unlikely to trouble an old widow. As long as our mother doesn't provoke them, they will surely not come looking for trouble!"
