The next day, they didn't get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky.
Both emerged from the villa at Red Villa Bay together, by which time it was already noon.
They had yet to cook in the villa, so they had to continue eating out.
After lunch, Chen Feng had planned to call the moving company, but Xiao Ya said she didn't have much stuff and could fit everything in her car, so she preferred to move by herself.
Seeing her trying to save money, Chen Feng certainly couldn't refuse.
So, they went to Xiao Ya's rental apartment.
The living conditions here were clearly a notch below Wu Mengting and Sun Xiaorui's place, being an old complex, a single room of just over forty square meters with very basic decoration, the walls only covered with wallpaper that was starting to mold and peel in many places; even the faucets and the toilet were very old. Nevertheless, the monthly rent was still two thousand five hundred.
