On the way back, although Tang Zimo didn't know how Yang Fan managed it, she was quite clear that perhaps this wasn't so surprising.
"Is it because living in this house doesn't feel right? It's almost like something picked up for nothing, and it's worth fifteen million." Seeing Tang Zimo's doubts, Yang Fan immediately spoke up.
"It feels a bit like that." Tang Zimo indeed thought so; something gained without effort always felt somewhat unsettled in her heart.
In order to put Tang Zimo at ease about living there, Yang Fan thought for a moment and said, "This is a favor from Long Wu to me. Do you understand now?"
Tang Zimo was a smart woman. Once Yang Fan explained, she pretty much understood everything.
"In the future, if I'm not here and you run into trouble, you can look for Long Wu. I've already arranged it."
