In the northern room of the Cheng Family house, Old Mrs. Cheng nudged a plate pretending to be filled with pastries, "Eat, I noticed you didn't eat much earlier. Is it not to your taste?"
Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head, "It's quite plentiful."
"Can you guess why I asked you to come in?"
Zhou Jiao curiously glanced at her mother, Miao Lishan, then at the old lady. She truly didn't know why they were invited in alone.
"Shanshan hasn't told our Jiao Jiao yet?"
Miao Lishan nodded, "I don't think it's appropriate. Aunt, you should buy it yourself."
"What's inappropriate? I asked the couple yesterday, and he had a point. His three sons are all gathered in one big courtyard, it's okay not to buy."
Zhou Jiao blinked in surprise. Could it be what she was thinking?
"Luckily, the deal over there wasn't finalized, otherwise changing hands later would be very troublesome. I really can't bear to part with that courtyard. Otherwise, it would be nice to buy it for Jiao Jiao."
