Yun Jian's eyes twitched. She was greeted with a sight of beer bottles littering the floor. The thick foul smell of beer and the rancid odor from inside of the unit intertwined and produced a horrible stench.
There were only a handful of items in the house. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a small coffee table in the living room that looked like it was going to break at any time. Somewhere near the window lay a bed with a thin sheet on it. Anyone who slept there, especially during a winter like it was currently, would feel the cold wind that blew in through the thin cracks of the window at night. Other than four to five bowls and cutlery, as well as a worn-down stove, there was nothing else.
This was Duan Li's home.
Yun Jian knew that Duan Li did not come from an affluent household from her first glance at her dressing, not that she would ever judge a person's worth with money, but she did not expect Duan Li to come from such an impoverished family.
