Yang Jian drove back to Guanjiang Residential Complex.
Two people were sitting in his car, Zhang Liqin and Liu Xiaoyu.
"You still haven't arranged my accommodations. Technically, I shouldn't be working on my first day. At the very least, you should let me have a place to stay. I don't want to live at the company—it's completely devoid of privacy,"
Liu Xiaoyu said, looking at Yang Jian as he drove.
"How about I stay at your home? Your house is so big, and there are plenty of rooms. Can you spare one for me?"
Zhang Liqin subconsciously rejected the idea, saying, "That's not okay."
"Why not?" Liu Xiaoyu asked. "I wouldn't be bothering you."
Zhang Liqin immediately found herself tongue-tied, unsure how to reply.
After all, she didn't really have the right to refuse Liu Xiaoyu's request to stay, since she herself was essentially living in Yang Jian's house as a guest—not in the capacity of a hostess.
Yang Jian said, "Staying in my house isn't really a wise choice."
