Chapter Two Hundred Sixty-Nine: The Little Western-Style House
"Grandma Zhang, for this house of yours, what is the lowest price you can give per square meter? My friend has taken a liking to it. If the price is right, we can proceed with the paperwork immediately."
Grandma Zhang sat at the doorstep in a recliner, fanning herself with a woven fan, and gestured for them to sit down on the stool beside her.
"This house was built by a man his father hired," she began. "We were the first family in this alley. Others built their houses one after another, modeling them after ours, with many having similar layouts. But not many can compare to the decoration of our home. Plus, I've taken good care of this place. With the two kids away from home these years, I'm the only one living here, so there hasn't been much wear and tear.
