Zhou Yan left Qinghuai Town for ten years.
Ten years ago, he spent all his family savings, bought his neighbor's old house, and built a three-story building with his own hands. It was the home that my father missed before he died, and it was also the home that he dared not relax after working for many years.
But when he finally came back, he found that the lock on the door had been changed.
The first floor was occupied by Mrs. Qiao, the wooden floor was destroyed, and the house was filled with firewood and coal stoves. She held the untransferred house ownership book and sat on the threshold crying: "The house book is in my name, and this house is mine."
Zhou Yan had an agreement, receipts, and construction account books, but he still couldn't enter his home.
Everyone knew that he was wronged and advised him to forget it.
Until Lin Wanru walked into the old alley holding an umbrella.
She is a lawyer and Zhou Yan's old love who he never had time to say goodbye to ten years ago. She helped him collect evidence, prosecute, and force out the truth, but she always reminded him calmly: "I can help you get your house back, but what happened ten years ago is not within the scope of the entrustment."
The house has been occupied by others for ten years.
Some words were owed to him for ten years.
This time, Zhou Yan didn't want to retreat.
