Following the sulky Mo Qianni, Yang Chen ascended the three floors of the apartment building and arrived at a green, sturdy door. Mo Qianni opened the door with her keys and remarked, "You're the first man to enter here. You should thank your ancestors from eight lifetimes ago; you're getting a bargain!"
"If I knew who my ancestors were, I'd definitely thank them," Yang Chen retorted, half in jest. After all, he had no idea who his parents were.
He took off his shoes and entered Mo Qianni's modest one-bedroom apartment. Yang Chen caught a whiff of a refreshing lemon scent in the air.
