She used to live alone, but now she has two more friends.
In the evening, when Shen Xin returned with a bag of cooked food and vegetables, she fished out her key, just about to open the door, when the neighbor's door swung open.
"Shen Xin, just got back?"
Zhou Qin, carrying a bag of trash, walked out.
"Aunt Zhou!"
Shen Xin greeted her. This woman in her forties was a teacher at Haijing Arts College.
"Cooking by yourself takes a lot of time, you should spend more time painting!"
Zhou Qin praised, "With your skills, you could certainly become a contemporary master!"
"An artist's work only becomes valuable after they're dead!"
Shen Xin smiled faintly.
"Why not come over to my place for dinner?"
Zhou Qin invited.
"No, I have friends over!"
Shen Xin politely declined.
"Oh, I saw her yesterday, so that girl is your friend? I thought she was a relative!"
Zhou Qin chuckled.
