Qi Yun was slightly taken aback, his gaze falling on the keys Old Wang handed over, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
The Wang family truly didn't make this friendship in vain; they keep you in their thoughts through big and small matters.
Not family, but closer than family.
Seeing him not making a move, Old Wang placed the keys directly on the wooden board of the stove.
"No need for all the chatter, Binzi said the other day you gave him an extra ten thousand when doing business, so I won't charge you rent. Stay as long as you'd like."
Qi Yun smiled, picked up the keys, and put them back in Old Wang's hand.
"Thanks, Uncle Wang, but you should keep the place for Binzi. I don't need it…"
Then Qi Yun explained the auction house situation again, and Old Wang listened with some skepticism, "Is it really that cheap?"
Qi Yun nodded, "That's right, I got a good deal. I'll go see the place tomorrow. If it's habitable, I might move there with my daughter."
