"Hello, Feng Yao?"
"I'm almost there, let's talk in person."
After hanging up, Wen Yan walked downstairs and saw Feng Yao's car drive into the yard, parking in the spot on the side.
Feng Yao came over carrying a small fish tank, with two gold-red little goldfish inside, and a bag containing some takeout food boxes.
"A housewarming gift. I remember you said you wanted one of these, so I picked it up for you on the way. Figured you probably haven't eaten yet, so I brought you something."
Feng Yao set the fish tank in the living room on the first floor, and Wen Yan couldn't help but ask.
"Don't tell me you don't know about the house in the back. Isn't this pretty much living right in front of someone else's grave?"
Feng Yao nodded matter-of-factly.
"Of course I know. That house has been sitting there forever, no one lives in it. Isn't that perfect? Nice environment, not many people around."
At this, Feng Yao suddenly caught herself.
