The next afternoon, Su Hongxing took her rest break to house hunt.
She was in desperate need of a place to call her own. She couldn't rely on Xiao Ji, Ye Qilan, or anyone else anymore.
Only by learning to be independent, both mentally and financially, would she no longer fear any sudden changes.
Rental costs in the city were high. With only ten thousand yuan that Xiao Ji had lent her, she was left penny-pinching.
She knew she couldn't rush this, she needed to take her time.
Lately, she'd been impatient and off balance, constantly provoking Ye Qilan. With a man like Ye Qilan, it would be better to play a roundabout approach first.
After all, if Ye Qilan were riled up, it wouldn't benefit her in any way.
On her way back to the Ye Family, she received a phone call from Zhou Luhe on the bus.
"The third day of next month is my birthday, and I'm going to marry Xiao Ji on that day. Do you want me to send the wedding invitation to you personally?"
