"I'm afraid from today until Chinese New Year, I'll have to hide out in someone else's house."
Although Zhuang Tian was helpless, he couldn't deny that it was indeed a good way to avoid offending anyone.
"Hmph, Chen Xiaolong, you think you can set up your greenhouse vegetable farm? No way. Thinking you could come to our Xiaogou Village for help, you're really dreaming."
Mr. Zhao's eyes flashed with a cold fierceness, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk.
The crowd had played a couple of rounds of mahjong and didn't pay much attention to the matter.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Zhuang Tian's phone was still switched off. It seemed that Chen Xiaolong and the other person couldn't find anyone; they must have come up empty-handed again and should have left by now.
However, just at that moment, a villager hurried over in a frenzy.
"It's bad, very bad, Old Five, there's trouble."
The villager was panic-stricken as he rushed over.
"Hmm?"
