"Why not?" Chen Teng asked.
"Besides, if it wasn't their house, they wouldn't be able to live there, right?"
"You're so naive, and you're not even smart about it. You can't even figure out something this simple," Chen Ya said disdainfully.
"Whether it's the film industry or the entertainment industry, it's all a mess. I bet Yan Ci caught the eye of some big shot, and to keep her as a mistress, he gave her the Jiuzhou Pavilion apartment. And then she secretly kept a toy boy on the side—it's like hiding a little wolf dog in a golden cage, get what I mean?"
Chen Teng fell silent, seemingly understanding what she meant, because he was aware of the chaotic nature of the entertainment industry.
"You might be right. Her so-called brother-in-law is just a police officer. Even if he has some connections, he probably couldn't afford such an expensive place."
"Good that you understand."
