Wen Wanzhi let out a long sigh, supporting her forehead.
It was indeed the kind of thing Bao Yancheng was capable of doing.
Bao Yancheng pulled out his keys, just about to unlock the door, when he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Aren't you going to come in for a visit?"
Wen Wanzhi was just about to roll her eyes and shut the door, but...
She was really curious about how Bao Yancheng was going to live in such an old, dilapidated place!
Biting her tongue, she shut the door. Wen Wanzhi's petite figure darted in, passing right in front of Bao Yancheng.
Inside the room were solid wood furniture with a sense of age, still exuding a faint scent of sandalwood.
Although the house was old, it had good lighting and ventilation, and overall, it was still simple and cozy.
Bao Yancheng took off his coat and hung it on the quaint coat rack; Wen Wanzhi followed him, hearing noises from inside the house.