Lin Yi furrowed his brows, seeing them with large bags, he knew this group was planning to stay in Nanyu. He waved his hand dismissively and sat on a stone, lighting a cigarette, "There have been no Dang people in Nanxi for a long time. Shanglin Village's been demolished, and we're now living in resettlement housing. I help out at the shop during the day, Ah Qin goes to work, and Wenjun is busy with business outside.
At home, it's just Yaya and her husband. She's resting here for her pregnancy, can't entertain you. If you don't mind, you can rest at my place."
Zhu Fugen was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head, smiling obsequiously, "We don't mind, we don't mind."
So, Lin Yi rode his diesel tricycle and took them to the small single room in the resettlement housing.
