The villa on the end lot had a huge yard. In addition to a neat, square courtyard of nearly one hundred square meters, there was a garden on the right and a gazebo on the left, where grapevines were sprouting green buds.
'A yard like this would have been perfectly ordinary back in my home village.'
But here in the heart of Peng City, it was a rare and luxurious estate.
Back when he was just another office worker, Lin Chu had sometimes thought about it. 'As a kid from the countryside, going to university and trying to put down roots in the city meant I was naturally saddled with the "debt" of at least one apartment.'
'Damn. All I can say now is, the "debt" is paid in full.'
The barbecue masters Li Haohong had hired were already here—three chefs and one assistant. The charcoal was burning, and all the ingredients were laid out.
