Song Qingyou lived in an ordinary residential area.
After the Song family went bankrupt, all the real estate under Father Song's name was used as collateral.
Only this small house with one bedroom and one living room was registered under Song Qingyou's name, and she had chosen it herself when she was in high school.
Chen Lan, who was here for the first time, looked around.
"Be careful when you go out in the future. It won't be good if you're recognized."
Song Qingyou walked into the house that she hadn't lived in for half a month, but in fact, she didn't know how long she hadn't been back. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Chen Lan opened the window for ventilation. "What are you waiting for? Clean up quickly!"
The two of them worked for a while, and the living room was finally clean.
Song Qingyou picked up Zhizhi on the sofa and let his chin rest on her arm.
Jiang Zhihan was forced to stare at her phone screen.