Zhuang Zhixi thought his grandfather was a true marvel. It seemed like there was nothing he couldn't do. If you talked to him about literature or math, he wouldn't understand a thing, but when it came to all sorts of odd and unusual knowledge, there was nothing he didn't know. The old man even understood antiques! He was truly impressive.
The courtyard grew quiet. Meanwhile, Zhao Guihua had already led a group of people to the tenement yard. The living conditions here were generally worse than the courtyard where Zhao Guihua lived. After all, their place was allocated by the machinery factory, and every household had workers.
This place was different.
Zhao Guihua didn't care about that. She strode in confidently.
