This was a row of townhouses, three in a row, each with three floors and an attic.
The first floor had a basement and garage; the second and third floors were for living and leisure; the top floor came with an attic.
For ordinary people, these were absolutely perfect, luxurious villas.
Long Aotian lived in the one on the left, Zhao Ritian lived in the one on the right. And, of all things, Hua Xuening had arranged for that person to stay in the middle unit.
Zhao Ritian was practicing on the balcony when he suddenly heard laughter. He turned and saw Long Aotian looking at him and laughing from across the row of balconies.
Zhao Ritian asked, "What the hell are you laughing at?"
Long Aotian shook his head and said he was sunbathing and couldn't be bothered with him.
The two of them started snapping at each other again within a few sentences.
Zhao Ritian had a venomous mouth and already found Long Aotian utterly unbearable. On top of that, Martial Uncle had told him Long Aotian was planning to steal someone's thirty billion, so he was even more hostile toward Long Aotian and his words became even nastier.
Everyone knew what Long Aotian was like. From the bottom of his heart, he looked down on Zhao Ritian and thought he was an idiot.
He was the type who loved showing off, so he could hardly hide that contempt, mockery, disdain, and teasing.
He always wore the expression and attitude of someone who thought he was the greatest, someone too lofty and superior to bother arguing with an idiot like Zhao Ritian.
Zhao Ritian might not have been exceptionally smart, but he was highly sensitive to that sort of expression.
So the more they talked, the more heated