"Miss Qin, can I sleep here?"
Qin Mu looked at her and put down the document she had just opened, "What do you mean?"
"The apartment I lived in when I came to Rongcheng was found by Qin Mingzhu. Now that she has no use for me, she has taken the apartment back. When I returned last night, I found that my luggage and everything had been thrown downstairs."
Yang Qianxi said this and lowered her head even more.
Qin Mu's gaze dropped; she didn't expect Qin Mingzhu to be so ruthless, but then again, she wasn't surprised, for that woman was never really a philanthropist.
But was she herself a philanthropist?
"If you don't mind, you can squeeze in with the colleagues for now. They all live in one apartment complex, each with their own room."
Qin Mu thought it over and spoke since there were no spare rooms available at the moment. One was reserved for her own use, and Mu Yichen would sometimes come to use it; she didn't feel like giving it to someone else.
