After listening carefully, Xu Xiaoka bobbed her head vigorously like a rattle-drum. "Don't worry, Sister Momo. Even if someone held a knife to my neck, I wouldn't breathe a single word of this to anyone!"
She then took a moment to observe the entire apartment.
It wasn't large—only forty or fifty square meters—with two bedrooms, a living room, and a small storage room. Though compact, it was beautifully decorated and fully equipped. Weatherstripping had been applied to all the window and door frames, and cozy carpets covered the floor. A laptop sat on the table, while beautiful throw pillows and an iPad rested on the sofa. Next to the sofa stood a bookshelf filled mostly with children's reading materials, evidently meant for Xiao Bao. In short, everything about this home showed that its owner was a meticulous and loving person.
