Song Chabai handed the fruit basket in her hands to Yu Gangan and analyzed the layout of her home. It had the elegance of the East and the style of the West.
It was simple, refined, fresh and not vulgar.
With a smile, she said, "Yu Gangan, your home is not bad. Seems like your husband is quite a catch."
"I'm simply living here temporarily, it doesn't belong to me," Yu Gangan corrected.
"It's yours sooner or later," Song Chabai said as she tilted her head. "If I pass my assessment and stay in Beijing for 3 months, can I rent a place near here? I can be close to you and hang out with you whenever I want."
Yu Gangan turned her head and smiled, "Aren't you being silly? By the time you get your results, it will be one month later. By then, I would have already returned to Baiyang City."
"If you return to Baiyang City, your husband will follow you. Does that mean this place will be up for rent?"
"I'm not sure."