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"Hmm!"

An Jiancheng muttered a vague response.

"Even if the hospital isn't doing well, we can't just rent out the house!" Zhou Shiran snatched away something from his hand and plopped down on the sofa. "I don't care, I'm not moving out of here, this is my home."

An Jiancheng pulled her up from the sofa. "I've already rented this place out, we're moving to the apartment."

"Apartment? That's just our investment property, it's only a hundred square meters, how can I live there?" Zhou Shiran, accustomed to living in a large house, found a hundred square meters pitifully small.

"It's just the two of us living there, how can a hundred square meters not be enough?" An Jiancheng challenged.

"No, I can't lose face like that." Zhou Shiran refused to move.

An Jiancheng snatched the items back. "I'm telling you, if you're coming with me then get upstairs and pack your stuff; the movers will be here soon. If you think it's humiliating, we can divorce tomorrow."