When Zhang Chen arrived at Xie Lingyun's small dwelling, Xie Lingyun was brewing tea, holding a book in his hand, dressed in men's attire, leisurely resting one hand on his knee, with an incense burner burning in front of him, presenting a poetic and picturesque scene.
"This is truly life." Zhang Chen watched Xie Lingyun in a carefree manner, feeling extreme envy in his heart. This, damn it, is life.
If one could be born into luxury and prosperity, who would want to struggle bitterly?
Xie Lingyun could be said to be born with a silver spoon, inherently wealthy beyond measure. The quality of his current life is the endpoint that Zhang Chen must strive intensely, work hard throughout his life to achieve.
"Why are you here?" Xie Lingyun put down the book, his clear eyes looking at Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen sat down facing Xie Lingyun and opened his mouth after a slight hesitation: "Today, I have a matter for which I wish to ask your help, elder sister."
