An Ning never thought she would see Miao Xiaohua again—one of the people responsible for her journey through time and space to this very place.
Several years ago, during the rush to find work in the south, Miao Xiaohua and Chen Mingliang went down to become migrant workers. They hadn't come back in all these years, and the Chen family had practically disowned their son.
It had to be said that after the couple's long absence left the entire Chen family disheartened, their relationship with the rest of the village had actually improved.
With the rise of the An family, and in a village largely composed of the An clan, it was predictable that the Chen family's past actions would make them quite unpopular.
She just never expected such a turn of events.
"Do you need something?"
An Ning rested one hand on the round tabletop. Jiang Xia, standing not far away, didn't approach, but he didn't leave either.
