Bai Mengyu felt a bit embarrassed as she said, "I'm sorry, the conditions here are rather simple..."
...
Indeed, quite simple.
The marks on the walls had already yellowed, and although the floor had been hastily cleaned, the old tiles couldn't appear clean and transparent.
The dressing table had plenty of bottles and jars; Li Xiaotian, being always surrounded by women, knew a bit about these things—any single bottle could nearly match the rent.
As for the rest...
He stood by the door earlier and had already seen the entire room—bare walls, that's all there is.
At least it's the central district of the capital, though the location is slightly off and old. For 1200 a month, this is the level you can expect.
Li Xiaotian already had a clear idea in mind; next, he would wait for his people to arrive.
But at this moment, facing Bai Mengyu's shyness, he only commented simply, "You're very strong."
As if he felt something in his heart.
Bai Mengyu's eyes instantly reddened.
