Zhao Yaqian curiously touched here and looked there, as it was also her first time visiting this place, and she was very curious.
The three of them entered the elevator, and Tang Song took out the access card and swiped it; the button for the 20th floor lit up.
Only at that moment did Yu Wenxia suddenly remember something, her body shuddering.
Most of the YJTC consists of bungalows, but with 20 floors, that could only be that one exclusive large flat.
A large flat! A city-center large flat! Qianqian's boyfriend?
"Ding—" The elevator door slowly opened.
What appeared before them was a spacious, bright, fashionably minimalist corridor, bathed in warm tones, flanked by decorative paintings and green plants.
Turning the corner, they saw a brown armored double door.
Even Zhao Yaqian, who is usually quite bold, became a bit nervous and whispered, "Brother Song, is this whole floor just for your family?"
