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Having returned home, He Xiaoya sat on the steps, incessantly wiping her tears.
She sighed at the bitterness of her fate, just as the fish pond had been rebuilt and she thought she could get through these hard times, she believed things would gradually get better.
But who would have thought that at this time, the village would actually consider taking back the fish pond?
Setting aside the time and effort—those were nothing; without the fish pond, how would she survive the coming days?
There was still a debt of over a hundred thousand outside, and the creditors would come knocking every few days to collect.
They may forbear once, maybe twice, but they can't be expected to always hold off, can they? After all, their money must be repaid.
"Sister-in-law, do we have any gift boxes? Or even a decent packaging bag would do."
"What do you need these things for?" He Xiaoya asked, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks.
"I need it, I want to give Meng Changhe a big gift."
