Lin Nianhe was genuinely convinced that life in the Ten Miles Team was true living when she got a small dish of soybean paste as she wished.
There were no life-or-death mind games, nor were there any experiments that required coaxing like dealing with a master.
Here, she didn't have to think about anything, and could relax completely.
Whether she had a billion or just one yuan in her pocket, here she was just a little bastard Uncle Team Leader would kick anytime; he would never care how much money she made, only whether she would choke from eating too much paste.
"Feng Ling!"
Lin Nianhe stopped the quarreling dogs and called Feng Ling back.
This time she drove back to the Ten Miles Team, making it convenient to bring Feng Ling along.
The car was a Crown sedan she had just bought last month, and there were three people living in No. 88 Courtyard, with three cars parked, quite impressive.
