Qiao Qingyu was not unfamiliar with this place.
She thought she would never have a chance to visit this village.
Yet, unexpectedly, she had returned after a few years.
Seeing Qiao Qingyu, many people greeted her warmly, asking about this and that, but nobody mentioned anything about the Han Family.
There was a road leading directly to the leased land.
It was a concrete road, but it wasn't wide, just wide enough for one car to pass through.
This area was to the southeast of Lianjiang Village, where a few plastic greenhouses and a row of red-brick bungalows had been built quite properly.
Qiao Qingyu knew that Han Lishi lived here, but she never had dealings with the Han Family.
It was as if Eldest Han and Han Lishi were strangers.
Perhaps it was because Han Liuya, with the intelligence of a mere child, had become a burden.
Of course, the previous Han Liuya hadn't been much better.
