Not only that, the house of Jian Shuyao's family also has a rare small garden, which is quite a rarity in the city.
Even in this urban village, having a house with such a small garden is not common.
That's why the Jian Family's house was very much favored and liked by many people.
If it weren't for the Jian Family's misfortune, this house would have never been sold.
Seeing the village chief enter the house, hang laundry, and sit down to drink tea, Jian Shuyao felt somewhat distressed.
If the owner of this house had been someone better, Jian Shuyao could have come to terms with it.
She never expected that such a nice house would end up in the hands of this village chief, an aspect she emotionally struggled to accept.
Chu Anche held her hand and said, "Let's go sit in the car for a while."
"Okay," Jian Shuyao nodded, somewhat distractedly saying, "I really didn't expect our family's house to end up in the hands of this village chief..."