Early the next morning, Zhang Yang had just woken up in his apartment when he got a call from Pei Xiaoru.
"Hey, old classmate. Let's go look at the place."
"You got an appointment that quickly?" Zhang Yang checked the time, surprised. It was only a little after seven. Pei Xiaoru had actually dared to bother the landlady this early?
"You have no idea. Last night, I saw the landlady posting all sorts of emo stuff on her Moments in the middle of the night, lamenting about this and that. All I got from it was that her family was going downhill. So I took the opportunity to comment on her post, and, well, here we are." Pei Xiaoru laughed.
"So that's what happened. No wonder she's selling the place," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.
"Anyway, that's the situation. This young lady has a sharp eye, so make sure you get all dressed up. Don't worry about looking like you're trying too hard. Just do me a favor, okay, old classmate?" Pei Xiaoru pleaded over the phone.
"Sure. Send me the address, and I'll pick you up when I'm ready," Zhang Yang said casually.
A moment later, Pei Xiaoru sent him the address.
He glanced at it. It was the address of Pei Xiaoru's branch office.
After warming up with some morning exercise, Zhang Yang took a shower and opened his wardrobe. He ran his fingers along the row of clothes before choosing a Gucci Eton-collar shirt that cost a little over ten thousand yuan, then paired it with some trousers.
Then he casually put on his Audemars Piguet.
In front of the mirror, his incredible physique stood out beneath the shirt. He was tall, with a straight nose and thin lips, and his figure looked perfect under the shirt.