"Zhao Zhan!"
The jealousy in Liu Xiaowan's eyes was about to materialize as she looked at the two of them.
She then turned to look at her neighbors who were busy working.
Just by looking at the outline of the foundation, she knew that the house Zhao Zhan was going to build was not the three-room standard house that most people in the village lived in. Such a large piece of land was made of bricks and tiles, and there were also pieces of neatly arranged bluestone slabs. She would never know what it feels like to have a courtyard covered with bluestone slabs in her life.
Why was Yue Jiaojiao's luck so good that she could meet Zhao Zhan when he had money?
Otherwise, this big house might have been hers!
"Zhao Zhan, I've been looking for you for a long time. Why are you hiding here and not helping out inside today?" Liu Xiaowan was holding a basket and walked up to him as if she couldn't see the intimate actions of the two people opposite her.