Vivian Zhao's Choice Between Love and Wealth Chapter 467

These are three ordinary houses, next to the Dalingh River embankment. The courtyard is not big, and the low wall is covered with roses. There are several neat small plots in the courtyard where cucumbers, eggplants and tomatoes are planted, creating a green scene.

Lucas Shen stood at the gate. In front of him was a door made of scrap wood. It was only as high as his chest. A gentle push with your hand would make you wonder if the door would fall apart if you used a little more force.

He walked into the yard. Because it had rained two days ago, the yard was muddy. Only the middle part was covered with sand and gravel, which looked relatively dry.

I stepped on the path paved with sand and soil, feeling the softness under my feet, and suddenly stopped. Looking at the low house in front of me, a corner of the eaves had collapsed, and the wooden window frames had been weathered for years, the white paint had long since peeled off, and some of the glass had disappeared, with only plastic sheets simply nailed to the frames.

"Ahem..."