"Two thousand bucks!" Mrs. Qiao exclaimed in shock. After all, two thousand bucks is equivalent to her monthly salary!
With the situation at this point, the villagers now understood what was going on. Apart from their envy of the Qiao family, there was nothing else.
Mrs. Qiao's attitude had done a 180-degree turn. Just a moment ago, her face was full of anger, but now it was all bright and cheerful.
"Oh dear! Look at this mess, such a misunderstanding!"
Leng Yichen remained silent, casually tossed the broom in his hand to the ground, and walked into the Qiao Family home without a sideways glance.
Wang Hai also smiled at everyone and followed Leng Yichen inside.
Anyone with eyes could see that the younger one was the leader, and the older one was the follower.
