Feng Lin cracked a smile and didn't dwell much on the subject.
He sat on the sofa and asked with a smile, "Your place?"
"No, it's rented."
Wen Ning ran to the bedroom, packed everything up, and then walked out with an indifferent expression.
She hurriedly changed the subject, "What size do you wear for clothing? There's a clothing store not far from here, I'll go buy you a set."
Feng Lin took off his jacket and tossed it to Wen Ning, "Just a black casual outfit will do, I don't like anything flashy."
"All right."
Wen Ning glanced at the size of the clothes and then opened the door, "By the way, there's something to drink in the fridge, just make yourself at home for a while."
After she finished speaking, she turned around, left, and closed the door behind her.
Feng Lin got up from the sofa and, with nothing better to do, looked around the small apartment.
There was a notebook on the nearby counter.
He flipped through it casually, and it contained records of expenses.
