Thanks to Xiuxiu's excellent driving skills, the two of them arrived before the landlord did.
Yang Hao looked around at the bottom of the building, noticing that although the neighborhood was quite old, it was nonetheless well-maintained. The garbage bins in front of the unit door were neatly arranged, and some elderly were rummaging through them, looking for recyclable bottles and cardboard boxes that could be sold for cash.
Wang Xiuxiu parked the electric bike, and then sneakily sized up the impressive figure of Yang, who was wearing a Fila tracksuit, with a noticeable bulge around his waist, a dozen or so centimeters below.
A faint blush tinged her cheeks as she reminded herself that she hadn't meant to look there on purpose.
