"Really?" Niu Yuqin's heart relaxed significantly.
As a village chief for decades, observing people's hearts was his skill, and seeing Niu Yuqin's decreased resistance, he said, "As long as you accompany me, I'll not only let you return to the city,
but also find you a job. Both my sons are now working in the county, one at a government agency, the other in a factory as a junior manager, arranging work for you will be easy.
You went to the countryside eight years ago, right? People are still being sent down, with no hope of returning to the city. Do you really want to work in this village forever?"
Niu Yuqin's face flashed with grief, and at the thought, she crumbled.
The village chief, seeing this, pulled her into the yard.
The dark night was quiet and gloomy, the wind outside howling coldly, the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves audible from time to time.
With a ticking sound, the rain splashed down from the sky onto the ground, raising a trace of dust.
