To confirm this, Song Yinghe endured the unfriendly stares and deliberately asked around, subtly inquiring about various village matters over the years.
By the time she returned to the treehouse, the expression on her face said it all.
"That damn Liu Yaozu!" Song Yinghe plopped down onto the rattan chair. "Do you know why Liu Dali is so popular in the village? The villagers say he uses some of his money every year to build infrastructure for the village, including things like streetlights!"
She scoffed, "I had no idea Liu Dali was so generous! And that Liu Yaozu, letting Liu Dali take all the credit for his good deeds. He probably figured no one would believe him if he claimed to be so charitable on his own income."
But there must be some kind of shady deal between those two. Otherwise, why would the village chief be so generous? And why would he protect Liu Dali like that?
Chi Yuanshan suddenly sighed. "I gave them too much credit."
