Soon, under the leadership of Song Zhifeng, Mo Wangchen and his group came to the front of a certain yard.
"Hmm, speaking of this yard, it has been vacant for quite a long time, with nobody to take care of it. The enclosure is overgrown with weeds, looking desolate, but well, the environment is not bad. Who among you would like to choose this place?"
After Song Zhifeng spoke, his gaze shifted immediately to the people behind him, or rather, to those like Mo Wangchen who had not fawned over him.
This yard was basically the same as the others in appearance, but the only difference was that this place looked significantly more desolate than other places. Not only was it overgrown with weeds, but there were also spiderwebs on the doors, obviously having been neglected for an unknown length of time.
