Qiao Luchen extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, turned his head to exhale the smoke, then looked at her. He said nothing, and reached out to take the agreement from her hand, carefully reviewing the conditions she had listed.
Then he said, "I'll give this to you."
Dudu hurriedly shook her head and said, "Your family paid for this place, we don't want it."
"You've always lived here and are used to it. Besides, it's close to where you work. If I lived here, it wouldn't be of much use to me."
"You should sell it."
Hearing this, Qiao Luchen smiled wryly. With so many memories attached to this place, she spoke of "selling" it so lightly.
Without waiting for his reply, he took the agreement to the coffee table, pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pen from the drawer beneath, and copied her agreement, only changing the property ownership.
