Luckily, Su Man had only known this big pig's trotter for three months and was still observing him. Otherwise, even I, Old Four, would have wanted to stick a few needles in him.
Come to think of it, this guy had deliberately concealed his identity, too. Su Man didn't know that he was the Pei Family's Second Young Master and only thought he was an impoverished painter who had just returned from studying in France.
She had originally planned to go to the restroom, but when Su Qiao remembered that this was the Republic of China Era and there might not be individual stalls, she decided to go straight home instead.
When she reached the roadside, she looked around.
Forget about cars. It was already pretty good if she could get a rickshaw.
You're currently renting a two-bedroom, one-living-room suite on the second floor of Renhua Apartment. An older maid named Nanny Wu comes by every day to clean, cook, and iron your clothes. Your life isn't great, but it isn't bad either.
All right!
That wasn't too bad.
At least you still had a little home of your own.
Su Qiao hailed a rickshaw.
Half an hour later, she arrived at Renhua Apartment.
Renhua Apartment was located near the suburbs. It wasn't just one building but a cluster of seven or eight.
It was an apartment complex.
There were green belts and trees, and the scenery was fairly pleasant.
The apartment buildings had a touch of European style and seemed to be about five stories tall.
Su Qiao lived on the second floor of the second building. With Little Four's guidance, she quickly found the place.
She took a key from her handbag and asked as she unlocked the door, "What kind of people live here? Is it safe?"