The village chief's wife took Liu Yahong to her daughter Qin Yufeng's room, then turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook.
Qin Yufeng lived in the east wing room, having an independent room for a girl in their village was already quite good.
Liu Yahong stood at the doorway of the room, looking around with a face full of disdain.
The innermost part of the room had an earthen platform bed with a cabinet on top, and beside the platform bed, there was only a table and a chair.
The floor was relatively clean, but it was made of bricks.
The walls were pasted with newspapers.
When had she ever lived in such a room in her entire life?
It was dirty and worn, there might even be fleas inside.
Just thinking of that word, Liu Yahong truly did not want to stay here another minute.
Without greeting anyone, she pushed her bike and left.
Hearing the noise, the village chief's wife quickly came out from the kitchen, only to see the back of Liu Yahong.
