What makes Rong Xianning so deserving...
The young man looked at him silently and asked, "Why?"
"Why so many whys? Can't I just do a good deed? Of course, if you have somewhere else to go, then go. But by the looks of you, all ragged and forlorn, I'd say you're homeless. This apartment is sitting empty anyway, so why not lend it to someone who has a need? The fridge has food. If you're short on anything, call the number stuck on the living room phone; the property management will send someone to deliver it to you."
"Of course, I'm not letting you stay for free either. You'll need to clean up the place for me and keep an eye on the apartment."
Zhao Heng racked his brain and couldn't come up with any better excuses.
Is this really a good deed? This is pure exploitation.
What exactly does the boss see in this kid?
Zhao Heng sized up Rong Xianning skeptically, his thoughts full of disdain—what a pampered pretty boy living off others.
