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The house...
Lin Wanqiu wanted to say that she had one.
But she knew what her aunt really meant by that.
Since ancient times, social status had to be well matched.
If two people's circumstances were too disparate, it would inevitably affect their relationship.
As for feelings, they would sour sooner or later.
Wu Qiangwei had left a lot unsaid, but Lin Wanqiu was no fool; she was fully aware of it all.
"Let's talk about the future when it comes," she sighed wistfully, her previously good mood suddenly overshadowed by a cloud of gloom.
Wang Dahai returned to his rented room, which was pitch black.
He grabbed his clothes and quickly washed up.
Coming out, he noticed sounds coming from Zhou Qian's room.
Listening closely, he heard the thump of flesh, accompanied by soft moaning.
Wang Dahai couldn't help but picture Zhou Qian's gentle, water-like eyes in his mind.
