Nie Dangdang gave a mumbled reply and rushed into the stairwell... I could almost picture Yang Sisi lying in bed, ready to erupt in fury...

I smiled, then lit a cigarette for myself...

I was feeling down about the streetlight installation for half a day, but this prank made me feel relaxed and happy... It's just a pity that it was Yang Sisi who did it, and not some other person.

Yang Sisi was furious. I could hear her cursing Nie Dangdang from afar in the hallway, and she cursed me too... calling us an old hooligan and a young hooligan.

Nie Dangdang is really something else, making Yang Sisi scold him like that, it must be because he took off his clothes in front of Yang Sisi.

I was certain that Yang Sisi would come down and cause me trouble, so I threw the basketball into the bushes and, without even bothering to teach Nie Dangdang how to crossover, ran away as fast as I could... I ran all the way from the mountains and rivers to the ancient city, completely unaware of what happened next.

...

I first found a place to have lunch, and then started asking around in the ancient city. I wanted to know which construction companies frequently dealt with the Ancient City Management and Protection Bureau. Since I had already received guidance from Sun Jiwei, I was determined to complete this task without fail.

On the way, I ran into Cao Xue again, who had just come out of a bar. I thought he would hold a grudge against me because of what happened a few days ago, but to my surprise, he walked up to me and greeted me with a smile.

I handed him a cigarette, and after he lit it and took a puff, he said to me, "What a coincidence, I was just about to look for you and we bumped into each other here... Let's find a place to have some afternoon tea, it's on me."

"I have something to do, just say it here."

Cao Xue took a drag of his cigarette, squinted, and said, “My uncle has received news that your girlfriend will be coming to Dali next week to sign a project transfer contract with Cangshan Yishu… Let me tell you, my uncle definitely doesn’t want to give up this project… You know what my uncle made his fortune from; there’s nothing he wouldn’t dare to do in Dali… You need to come up with a good idea and see what to do about this.”

I lit a cigarette and asked with a smile, "Is this a threat?" (To chat with more like-minded people about "My Tenant Miss," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)