When Li Zheng took the elevator to the 16th floor and entered Mother Lin's house, he finally got to put down his suitcase, ending his journey as a porter.
The only feeling this Sea View Residence gave him was "empty".
The living room was probably three times the size of his own, and apart from a sofa, a dining table, and a television, there was only a dehumidifier set against the white floor tiles and white walls, giving him the distinct feeling that Jiang Qinghua ought to be meditating here.
"Phew," Lin Yujing rolled onto the sofa, stretching her arms, "We're finally here, that totally wore me out."
"And you have the nerve to say that, someone like you should be even fatter than Zhang Xiaoke," Li Zheng teased as he set down his backpack and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. His gaze crossed over several kilometers of forest and fixed on the towering steel framework.
Li Zheng became lost in thought and opened the glass door to step onto the balcony.
