Hanh Hanh, What's Wrong?
The two held each other ambiguously as they got into the elevator and went up to the sixth floor.
Zhang Yuhan wobbled as she took out her keys and opened her rental apartment, which was a one-bedroom unit with plenty amount of floor space.
For ordinary people working in Shanghai, being able to live alone in a one-bedroom apartment was a luxury beyond their wildest dreams.
Housing prices in Shanghai are extremely high, and the average wage earner can’t afford a one-bedroom place; most of them share with others.
Jiang Siming had been the same when he first started out.
This apartment had been paid for by Wang Jun; otherwise, Zhang Yuhan would have found it hard to afford it.
The place was fairly clean, but Zhang Yuhan’s clothes, shoes, and various cosmetics were scattered everywhere.
Zhang Yuhan also had a job, but most of her earnings went toward her appearance. With Wang Jun as a long-term financial backup, she wasn’t worried about going hungry.