After Cheng Qi politely said his goodbyes and left, Zong Rui looked at Qi Sheng, who showed no intention of leaving, and felt both annoyed and helpless.
After all, Qi Sheng was the one who rented the apartment for her, so she couldn't just kick him out.
But whenever she looked at him, she couldn't help but remember how he'd ambushed her earlier.
HUFF...
Zong Rui took a few deep breaths and began to unpack her clothes.
The apartment had already been cleaned after Qi Sheng and the others moved out, so it was spotless.
It had 92 square meters of interior space, all configured as a single room.
The only word to describe it was "luxurious."
The 270-degree, floor-to-ceiling corner windows offered an incredibly expansive view, taking in the entire Taikoo Li streetscape.
Beside the windows was a lounge chair woven from bamboo and rattan.
Zong Rui imagined herself lying there, basking in the warm afternoon sun.
It would be pure bliss.
