At night, as sweet goodnights filled his ears, Shen Liguang glanced at the few people entering the room and hung up the phone.
Fu Yi: "Your leg won't be able to move for a week, and even after it heals, you'll need to rest at home for a while. The doctor just said that if you don't rest properly, it could lead to complications. Are you sure you don't want to tell your aunt?"
Shen Liguang nodded: "Help me find a short-term rental."
Qian Zheng said: "No need, boss, you can stay at my place. My apartment has two bedrooms and a living room, enough for both of us."
Wu Xiaowu: "You can stay with me too, my spare bedroom is still vacant. You can move in directly after you're discharged tomorrow."
Shen Liguang, recalling how Fu Ying's voice had tenderly risen at the end when she called him "brother", suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and smoothly said: "I like living alone."
Hearing this, Fu Yi leaned against the wall, smiling meaningfully.
Likes living alone.
