At that moment, Lin Chuxia spoke up, "I think we should listen to the village chief on this matter. Our family has many members, and there's only the one empty room where Technician He is staying now. It really can't accommodate any more."
Liu Yahong didn't expect Lin Chuxia to object and asked reflexively, "How can it not accommodate anyone? I heard that your family just built a new house last year, with only your in-laws living in it. Now, with an extra technician from the Agricultural Research Institute, there's still a room available."
Lin Chuxia, with her hands in her pockets, silently looked at her. Her pair of black eyes, lit up by the light bulb in the corner of the grain drying yard, shone exceptionally bright, giving off an indescribable sense of pressure.
Liu Yahong held her gaze for a few seconds before backing down, feeling somewhat resentful. The words that came out of her mouth were somewhat accusatory.
