"Your village chief's house? He must be really wealthy."
"A mansion like this is worth at least several million, even tens of millions. How can there be so much money in such a remote and impoverished place?" Liu Dan was puzzled.
"Hmph!"
Chu Yang snorted coldly, "What's there to be puzzled about."
"Our village chief makes all his money unscrupulously."
Liu Dan pursed her lips and looked again at Wang Dehong's luxurious villa, her eyes filled with disgust.
She drove on, taking two turns and continued forward.
"Stop," Chu Yang said.
Liu Dan stepped on the brakes.
The car stopped in front of an old house.
"Get out, we're home," Chu Yang said, pushing open the car door and getting out.
Liu Dan got out of the car and glanced at Chu Yang's old house: "You live here? This house is so old..."
"It's been passed down since the Republic of China," Chu Yang said indifferently.
