Walking to her front door, Jiang Shuyao began fumbling for her keys reluctantly, but halfway through, her head was knocked by the little rascal with his hand.
She turned around and saw that the door of the opposite apartment, number 902, was wide open, with that guy leaning against the doorframe, his expression arrogantly unmatchable.
Seeing the girl's dumbfounded look, Pei Yan tilted his head coolly towards the inside of his apartment and said nonchalantly, "Student Jiang, please come in."
Jiang Shuyao opened her mouth, her brain short-circuiting.
But in an instant, she snapped back to reality and asked him in surprise, "You rented this place?"
Pei Yan smiled with a curve of his lips, lazily turned around with keys in hand and entered his place, "Don't put it so conservatively, from now on, this place belongs to me, and... my future wife."