The car twisted and turned before finally stopping in the upscale residential area in the city center.
Fingerprint verification allowed entry, ensuring absolute security and privacy.
"Although it's a bit small, this was all I could find on such short notice," Jian Hao said regretfully.
The two-story duplex was decently decorated, but the rooms were too small. It was fine for avoiding paparazzi, but too cramped for living.
"It's pretty clean," Han Mochen said with a smile.
Jian Hao casually tossed his bag onto the couch. "I'm going to take a shower."
As he spoke, he grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom.
"Mm," Han Mochen said, about to stand up and pour himself a glass of water.
The phone in Jian Hao's bag began to ring and, without even needing to ask for Jian Hao's permission, he took it out.
Hacking the password was even simpler; it took him just a minute.
"Hello, is this Mr. Jian Hao?"
The soft voice of a woman, containing an unusual familiarity.
