The room is as warm as spring and lavishly decorated, there's definitely no issue with comfort. Watching Shen Qiang who was calmly brewing tea, a trace of cold laughter flashed in Qing Xie's eyes, thinking to himself, "Shen Qiang, you might not be such a bad guy, but you've forgotten that people are inherently suspicious. The more you treat them well, the more they'll think you have ulterior motives. So you're simply a pig."
With a sense of satisfaction in his heart, Qing Xie stepped into the room and comfortably sat on the sofa to Shen Qiang's left.
Shen Qiang handed him a cup of freshly brewed tea, smiled, and said, "The previous owner of this house was a small entrepreneur whose business couldn't continue, so he left the Provincial City and sold this house. I thought it was just right for you all, so I bought it. Besides, I've seen the condition of the house, and all the aspects are quite good. With double-layered windows, noise isn't much of an issue if you keep them closed."
