Looking at Zhou Hui's pretty face, Chen Dashan felt a warm surge in his heart, comforted and at ease.
This was what home felt like.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
Zhou Hui's eyes flickered, her cheeks flushed red, and she turned her head away, unable to look at Chen Dashan as she took his arm and headed into the house.
Only then did Chen Dashan look up, carefully surveying the renovated ancestral home.
A two-story western-style house, the exterior walls coated with white paint, a spacious courtyard, and sturdy armored doors. From the outside of the courtyard, the size of the ancestral house was the same as other houses in Stone Village, except that its facade appeared more modern, and the courtyard walls were whiter, but overall, there was not much difference.
His sister-in-law was discreet by nature, Chen Dashan could imagine that even giving Zhou Hui more money, she would stick to the principle of not flaunting wealth.
