Time flew by, and another week had passed. Luo Qiao thought about the two submissions she had sent and still hadn't received any replies. Could it be that they were not interested? If she were to wait a few more days without a reply, she'd have to think of another strategy.
In the coming days, she would have to make another trip to the city and find someone to arrange the house according to her liking beforehand. That way, she wouldn't be in a rush when school started.
That evening, after dinner, Lu Yichen and Stone left, and a sneaky figure avoided Lu Yi's house, taking the path that led to Luo Qiao's courtyard.
After scrutinizing the perimeter for a long time without finding an appropriate entry point and circling the house, they thought that it might be easier to get in from the men youth volunteers' side. Unfortunately, while the ideal is beautiful, reality is skeletal.
