Yang Jian returned once more to the villa He Tianxiong had given him.
At the moment, Miao Xiaoshan and her two roommates, Liu Zi and Sun Yujia, were watching TV and playing in the living room.
The three of them were like curious children. They had wandered around the villa and discovered novel things every time, even finding some extremely valuable collectibles that made them gasp in amazement.
"I'm telling you, Miao Xiaoshan, your Yang Jian is really hiding his wealth well. Everything in this villa is worth a fortune put together. I just checked the bathroom—the toilet is gold-plated, and so are the faucets. Who knows how much he spent on the renovations?" Liu Zi exclaimed, gritting her teeth with envy.
Sun Yujia said, "He's rich and capable. Having a boyfriend like that to protect you must be so wonderful. I encountered danger back when I was at school. If it hadn't been for Yang Jian, I definitely would have died like Zhang Xia and Wang Yue."
Zhang Xia and Wang Yue had also been their roommates. They had died in the Ghost Painting Incident.
She had survived because of Yang Jian. Otherwise, she would not have escaped disaster either.
"Hey, Miao Xiaoshan, does Yang Jian's villa still need someone to clean it? How about Sun Yujia and I work here as cleaners from now on? The salary can be whatever," Liu Zi suddenly leaned over and said.
Miao Xiaoshan rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't dare. You're a local, and your circumstances aren't bad. You graduated from a prestigious university. Wouldn't it be a waste of talent to have you work as a cleaner?"
"It's not a waste at all. Not even a little. I'd be the one reaching above my station. Isn't there a saying that all work