Seeing Ye Zhi and Gong Juechen getting along so well now, An Jing was genuinely happy for them. No matter who it was, she wished them happiness.
Exchanging a glance with Xiao Changyi, An Jing drank the steaming bone soup he scooped for her while smiling at Ye Zhi, saying, "I thought you wouldn't be back until evening."
As Ye Zhi ate, she said, "I checked the date, so I came back to eat. Later, I'll go out again and buy the house. He and I are getting married, and we can't keep living in someone else's house. We need a home of our own, don't you think?"
An Jing said, "We have plenty of rooms here, they're empty, so you living here wouldn't be a problem. But if you want your own home to live your own little life, we certainly won't force you."
"Boss, once I move out, I'll come visit you often," Ye Zhi didn't want to seem distant. But she truly wanted a home completely her own.
To be honest, ever since she'd come here, she hadn't felt much of a sense of belonging.
