Tian Sangsang didn't expect the once-valuable four-courtyard house to be depreciated to such a worthless state. She helplessly explained, "Second Aunt, this courtyard house was built during the late Qing Dynasty. It's essentially an antique and has historical value. Don't be in a rush to regret it—this is what it's worth."
It was someone else who bought the house, so they weren't in a position to say much. Furthermore, once it's bought, it can't be returned. But still, although it wasn't their money, Second Aunt Tian and Grandma Tian grieved over it as if they'd spent their own cash—heartbroken, absolutely devastated. Four thousand yuan? That was being scammed! For a house like this, wasn't two thousand yuan enough?
Tian Sangsang smiled and cheerfully led them to the northern room: "Come along, take a look inside; I've already redecorated."
"Yanyan." She turned back and called Meng Shuyan over.
