Qin Feng looked frustrated and said, "Miss Shen, could you please stop making trouble? This is where us poor folks hang out, you'd better hurry back to the Capital City!"
Shen Jiaqi stomped her foot in annoyance and retorted, "You jerk! Do you even have any sense of empathy? Why do you care whether I go back to Capital City or not? Just come with me to the renovation market already!"
Qin Feng speechlessly walked next door for a look—the empty living room had only a sofa and a coffee table, and the bedroom just a double bed. The furniture and renovation here were even more shabby than theirs.
Shen Jiaqi stood at the doorway, sulking, "See? You can hardly even live here, right?"
Qin Feng grinned, "You brought this on yourself. You had good days in Capital City and you just had to run here to toss people around."
He was about to refuse flat out, but then thought he needed a dedicated ride, so he promptly asked, "Do you know how to drive?"
