Chapter 54 Where Did You Die?

The steak slowly cooled in the plate, its fat congealing, and the shrimp, once tightly curled, now relaxed, its texture loose, immediately losing its appeal as appetizing.

I sat by the window looking out at the night view, while my phone howled and cried out on the bed.

It must have been the real estate agent calling. I had looked at quite a few houses these past few days—the neighborhoods were terrible, asking for high prices and poor renovations. They were treating me as if I were a sucker to be taken advantage of.

I was very picky, but the agent was relentless, calling me day and night to ask me to view houses.

I told them I could only rent, not afford to buy; I only had savings in the tens of thousands. In this expensive city, I couldn't even afford the down payment.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point of having dignity?

I might as well use my ID to unfreeze the account. With He Xiangu's twenty million, I could buy a quite decent house.