Mu Zimo, feeling as though he were wasting his charms on a blind person, was utterly helpless. But there was nothing he could do, so he had to drag Qiao An along to continue looking at apartments.
After stopping and starting as they walked through the residential complex, repeatedly comparing three or four places, Ding Fengchun finally made an executive decision with a wave of her hand. "This is the one," she declared. "The décor is well-maintained, it doesn't have that formaldehyde smell, and it comes fully furnished. It'll save us from having to spend more money."
The apartment wasn't huge—just a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout—but for single women like Ding Fengchun and Qiao An, it was more than enough. At the very least, it had a kitchen, which would help them save on living expenses.
"Little Qiao, do you like it?"
