Song Lingling, half-crying and half-laughing, said: "How could it be you?"
Sharing an apartment with him, wouldn't her box feel very unsafe?
Thinking of the box, Song Lingling suddenly remembered the box and the urn were still at the hotel!
Gu Jiajia had booked her a hotel for two nights, but she wasn't staying there tonight, which felt like a waste of Gu Jiajia's money.
As she walked back to the kitchen, Song Lingling mumbled, "Forget it, I'll ask the landlord to cancel the lease."
"Didn't you sign a contract when you rented the place?"
Yijun followed her, and seeing her put the noodles back in the fridge, he said, "Cook them, I haven't eaten yet."
Thinking about the contract, Song Lingling felt a bit deflated.
She stood in front of the fridge in a daze, knowing she would have to pay a penalty if she broke the lease.
Where would she find that much money?
Song Lingling closed the fridge door weakly, taking a deep breath.
