Sun Jingwei gave her a heartbroken look, and she frowned.
"Oi, don't pity me!" Xue Ning said, smacking his arm. "It's really not that bad once you get used to it!"
If possible, he looked even more heartbroken at her words.
Poor Xue Ning, she lived in this dingy place that can't even get people to clean up their lift lobby. There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke and dried piss in the air, and suspicious black spots on the walls.
Xue Ning lived here, with such an inauspicious address, simply to save more money for daily expenses!
"It's still sad," Jingwei insisted. "And what are these black spots?" He pointed. "Is this mould? Is your lift lobby capable of creating a new species of fungus?"
"Nah, it's just cockroach shit, don't touch it." Xue Ning replied. Jingwei drew his hand back as if burnt.
"Cockroach shit… on the walls?" He repeated faintly.