He Yuan's car was parked not far from downstairs.
After Song Qingyou got into the car with the cat, he kept looking outside.
"Qingyou, is your place not safe?"
"If someone finds out your address, they'll come looking for you in a minute, right?"
"I don't think anyone will guess that I live here." Song Qingyou smiled.
"That's right. Do the opposite." He Yuan turned the steering wheel. "But I advise you not to take any chances. It's better to find a place with high confidentiality."
Song Qingyou nodded.
"If you want to buy or rent a house, you can look for me," He Yuan said enthusiastically. "The place I live in is not bad. I can recommend it to you."
His words reminded Song Qingyou that she should have a place to stay.
Just as she was about to agree, Jiang Zhihan couldn't sit still anymore.
He lowered his head and rubbed his head against Song Qingyou's arm, trying to attract her attention.