Driving along the newly paved concrete road, Chen Zheng's truck entered Mumu Village like a valiant, unhindered warrior. The vehicle's streamlined silhouette sparkled in the sunlight, reminiscent of a shooting star slashing across the sky, drawing admiration and cheers from the village's youth.
Their faces were brimming with enthusiastic smiles as they greeted Chen Zheng in the driver's seat. Li Hao also earned his fair share of praise.
Liu Qianqian, the normally quiet woman, was now blushing with a racing heart, shyly accepting everyone's friendly shouts. Her emotions fluttered, torn between excitement and nervousness, like a small bird.
Before long, the two cars arrived at the gate of Chen Zheng's home. Although his house was not luxurious, life there was full of happiness and contentment. This was a cozy little world, with a gate three meters wide, large enough to embrace all laughter and joy.
"Mom, open up!" Chen Zheng called from the car.
