As soon as Nie Yichen had someone move her things into the courtyard residence, the women inside instantly became agitated.
Even Liu Zhiling, who had just reached the doorway of her room, turned to look outside, her gaze darkening and her brows furrowing as she muttered, "Not again, there's another one."
Seeing that Nie Yichen was also a great beauty, Liu Zhiling felt an immense pressure.
If she didn't confess soon, wouldn't she be falling a step behind others?
Suddenly, she felt a wave of nervousness.
Under Nie Yichen's direction, several movers placed her luggage inside the courtyard, among which was a huge imitation racing car simulation system.
Of course, the luggage wasn't important; what mattered was the person of Nie Yichen.
Chen Yang remembered that Nie Yichen had mentioned moving in before, having said it two or three times, and now she had finally arrived.
But could she not give me a heads up first?
This was too unexpected.
