Wu Xiaoshan rolled his eyes and snorted at Fang Xinran.
"Don't get any ideas about me, I'm not just any man."
When Fang Xinran heard this, she nearly jumped up in anger.
Not just any man, but he was talking about getting a room with me just now?
And then he turned his head and told another woman that he needed her help with his needs.
I don't know how you have the nerve to say such a thing!
"Which floor do you live on?"
In an old building with no elevator, Wu Xiaoshan asked casually.
"Basement."
Fang Xinran bit her lip, said softly, and then headed toward the basement.
Wu Xiaoshan was taken aback, frowning at the dim basement.
"You live in the basement?"
Despite being a shiny and beautiful woman, she was living in a simple basement.
To Fang Xinran, it felt as if she were being insulted.
She was about to retort when a series of itches came from her chest, and she bore it without speaking.
As they descended the stairs, a wave of damp, musty air blew toward them.
