On the way to the city center, Xue Xing was brimming with excitement. "Brother, it's New Year's Eve! What are we doing out?"
"Just strolling around."
"But haven't all the shops closed early for the New Year? Where could we possibly go?"
"Some haven't."
Xue Xing's eyes suddenly lit up. "Brother, are you taking me to buy New Year's goods?"
At this hour, what other shops could possibly be open besides the ones selling New Year's goods!?
Buy New Year's goods? Xue Yang raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound entirely wrong. "Sort of."
Xue Xing was confused. Either we are or we aren't. What does 'sort of' even mean?
It wasn't until Xue Yang drove the car into a real estate development that Xue Xing finally understood what he meant by "sort of."
"Brother, what are we doing in a place like this?"
Isn't looking at real estate something for adults? We're just students. What's the point of coming here? Besides, will anyone even take us seriously?
