"There's no need to eat. It's not a big deal anyway."

"That won't work. After all, including this time, you've already helped me twice." Tang Wanning's tone left no room for doubt. "Besides, I told you before that when I move in, I'll invite you to my house for dinner."

Seeing Tang Wanning's firm attitude, Zhu Qiaoyun no longer refused, "Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. We'll see you at noon."

"Goodbye, Tongtong."

Seeing this, Tongtong imitated Tang Wanning, smiling and waving at her, "Goodbye, Sister Tang."

Watching the grandparents and grandchildren walking away, Tang Wanning once again looked at the red paper taped to the door, on which was the home address left by the shop owner.

"Knock, knock, knock." Tang Wanning knocked three times before speaking, "Is anyone home?"

"Who is it?"

"I'm here to rent a shop."

As Tang Wanning finished speaking, the sound of footsteps could be heard from inside the house.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, revealing a somewhat round face.

The woman was about forty years old and looked very plump.

She was wearing beige home casual clothes, her low ponytail was tied with a black rubber band, and a few strands of hair hung by her ears, making her look intimidating without even being angry.

When the woman saw that the person who came to rent the house was a young girl, a look of surprise flashed across her face, but it was quickly suppressed.

I only heard her soft voice, "My last name is Ma, you can just call me Sister Ma. Which shop do you want to rent?"

“The two in the heart of Times Square.”

Sister Ma closed the door and held a key disk in her hand.

The keys occasionally collided with each other, making a crisp sound.