"Dad, is this our original home?"
Standing in front of the former Wang Residence, Wang Zhenzhen was somewhat lost and bewildered.
She left Qing'an County at the age of three, returning for the first time in ten years, and has very little memory of her childhood.
Yet Wang Zhenzhen still clearly remembered there was a towering tree in the courtyard at the entrance. Every summer, its dense crown shielded her from the scorching sunlight, and swinging under it was a delightful experience she couldn't forget.
However, the former Wang Family had now changed hands, and even that tree was nowhere to be seen.
Looking at the "Zhang Mansion" plaque hanging on the doorposts, the young girl couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
"Yes."
Wang Chen gently stroked his daughter's hair and said, "Ten years have passed, and things have changed."
"Who are you?"
Just then, a doorman came out aggressively to shoo them off, "Don't block the entrance. Don't you know about our master..."
