Wu Jun walked around the perimeter once, then wandered through the old house again. When he came out, his face was as somber as water.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Wu Jun's unusual expression, Wu Ya instinctively asked.
Wu Jun's expression was full of anger, his fists tightly clenched:
"The stuff in the house is all moved, even the bed frames and cabinets are gone. Mom and Dad's pictures were thrown on the ground and are destroyed beyond recognition."
Wu Jun's voice exuded an indescribable coldness.
In fact, seeing the state of this old house, Huo Sining had long guessed this would be the result.
The door of this old house had fallen to the ground, leaving a big hole; how could there be anything intact inside that can be preserved? If there was, it would have long been moved away.
They haven't been in the village for so many years. The villagers probably thought they'd never return to the village. It was just a broken old house; who would care?
