Early the next morning.
As Zhao Ya had just gotten out of bed, Song Renqiang came over with some people.
"Commander Zhao, the house has been cleaned and prepared overnight for you. You can move in now."
Zhao Ya nodded.
Actually, it didn't matter to him where he lived, though it was a pity about the stove that Zui'Er had worked so hard to set up.
Noticing Zhao Ya's gaze, Song Renqiang laughed heartily.
"This time, the house arranged for you is not only spacious but also comes with a kitchen. If your wife enjoys cooking, she can make full use of it. I have also instructed that fresh seasonal vegetables will be sent to your kitchen regularly."
Even Zhao Ya had to admit that Song Renqiang's work was meticulous, leaving no stone unturned, and he was exceptionally skilled at reading people's expressions.
He only casually glanced, and Song Renqiang could guess his thoughts and make arrangements accordingly.
