Gu Qiaoqiao was momentarily stunned.
Ning?
This word inexplicably carried an added layer of hatred for her. Even if this person had nothing to do with Ning Wanru, she felt an instinctive aversion to this surname.
However, she quickly nodded.
The voice of the middle-aged woman softened, "The Ning Family hasn't lived here for over a month. I don't know what happened, but they are selling the house."
Selling the house?
Is the Qin Family Old Residence going to be sold again?
Gu Qiaoqiao had no time to think deeply and hurriedly took out her notebook and paper, writing, "Auntie, how much are they selling the house for, and how can I contact them?"
The middle-aged woman was also an educated person. Seeing the beautiful handwriting of Gu Qiaoqiao, her demeanor instantly became gentle, and the regretful expression on her face became even more pronounced.
