Walking out of the complex, Chen Qing wrapped his hands around Ren Baqian's shoulder and asked, "What's next?"
"Renting an apartment!" Ren Baqian promptly replied. "Moving to a bigger, quieter one."
Other matters were not as urgent: finding an apartment came first.
His current rental apartment did not have a good environment. His bedroom and living room faced the sun on three fronts, making it as hot as hell in the summer. The landlord stayed nearby as well, and he was afraid that his constant disappearing and reappearing would be discovered by someone.
As long as he had money, there was nothing to worry about. The two of them went to a real estate agent and highlighted Ren Baqian's requirements: spacious, bright, well-furnished, good environment, and quiet.
Upon hearing his request, the agent swiftly picked out details of more than ten apartments from his computer. All of them met Ren Baqian's requirements.
