Ling Zhiyu was stunned, then gave a dry laugh.
"Heh heh, y-yes… you're right. This little girl, she's really a treasure."
He scratched his head, a newfound admiration in his eyes.
The two families had been getting along quite warmly lately.
Even the neighbors would greet each other with smiles when they met.
The atmosphere in the entire courtyard was much more pleasant than before.
But Cao Daqiang's home was the sole exception, its doors and windows shut tight all day, suffocatingly stuffy.
Ever since he heard Ling Anxun had moved in, Cao Daqiang had been on pins and needles, unable to sit still.
He was constantly afraid that Yang Dapeng would use his powerful connections to secretly trip him up.
But after waiting for so long, the other side hadn't made a peep.
Cao Daqiang sneered inwardly.
'That Yang Dapeng is such a blockhead.'
'He's holding a great hand but doesn't even know how to play it. A complete waste.'
