it was autumn, and the sun was setting. the wind was cold.
fu huan only woke up when the car arrived at the toll station. at this time, the afterglow of the setting sun was already shining through the window. she was wearing fu qinyuan's suit jacket. " have we arrived? "
"yes, there's still more than 20 minutes."
fu huan straightened up, leaned back, and played with his phone for a while. he only tidied up his clothes and got ready to get out of the car when the car stopped in front of a courtyard.
song jingren had some money on him and had bought a small courtyard with an old man surnamed chen.
the location was in the suburbs, and it was quite cheap at the time. in recent years, the price of property had soared. he had earned hundreds of thousands just by investing in this small courtyard, and his life was very comfortable.
