The car stopped in front of a three-story building on the south side of the village.
No one lined the path to welcome them, and no one spread the news. On the quiet village path, Yao Laotou led his family out of the van.
Shen Jiayin looked at this scene, and recalled the bustling crowd when her husband took her back to his hometown. It only made her think that there are always mountain beyond mountains, and this small village certainly epitomized the saying.
Indeed, in this small village, the Yao Family was not unique, nor were they considered the best-off family. Of course, the Yao Family was not completely unknown either.
The guests waiting for Yao Laotou had already been inside the Yao Family's house, quietly waiting.
Someone heard the sound of the car and came out to open the door.
