"So, does that mean you don't have to go to work?"
After a brief wait, Cecilia had already come downstairs to open the door.
Following her into the not-so-spacious living room, Fu Qian expressed his envy for the capitalist's relaxed attitude.
When she mentioned the term modest abode, his first reaction was that this place must have been simply bought outright.
"I'm sorry, but yes, I really don't have to."
Faced with Fu Qian's curious focus, Cecilia earnestly expressed her apology.
"After my first visit, I had a great impression of this place and thought it would be convenient to come again, so I had someone buy a place to stay."
Looking around, she indeed confirmed the earlier speculation.
She seemed perfectly at ease being alone at midnight, casually locking the door again.
Well, does this count as making a contribution to Lincheng's real estate?
Confirmed speculation, Fu Qian did not hide the sentiment in his tone.
"So, should Lincheng feel honored?"
