"Not here? Going to your place?"
Fan Qing felt a little nervous about going to his place.
"Yeah! Go to my place, pack your luggage, and move in tonight!"
Tan Yiwen agreed and told her.
Fan Qing was utterly shocked, suspecting her ears were playing tricks on her, suddenly feeling a buzzing and looked at him in disbelief.
"Do you want me to help you pack?"
Tan Yiwen asked her again.
"Huh? No! No need! Not that! How can I move into your place? We..."
"We're from the same hometown, and we're struggling together in this city. As your big brother, it's okay for me to help you like this. If it gets awkward, you could even help with some rent!"
So, Fan Qing moved to Tan Yiwen's place. She dropped her suitcase to the side and went into the kitchen. His fridge had everything. She noticed a light green apron, so she took it off the wall, tied it around her waist, neatly tied her long hair up, and began to cook.
