Sun Fuxiang, sitting on the sofa, showed no regard for the prematurely aged woman in front of him, standing while dragging her sickly body.
Leisurely, he lit a cigarette for himself.
He took a deep puff, lightly flicked the cigarette butt, and the ash fell not into the ashtray but scattered onto the sofa.
He coughed lightly: "Ahem, I'm not talking about that matter; let's set aside the rent issue for now; today, let's discuss something else."
Sun Fuxiang sat on the sofa, assuming the posture of someone in a superior position, ignoring the pleas of He Li's mother.
Indeed, in his eyes, the life and death of people like He Li's mother were none of his business; if they can't afford the rent, they could move out.
This place, although considered a civilian cave, has pretty expensive rent.
Nearly fifteen hundred a month.
For many wage earners with a monthly income of only three or four thousand, most of the month's salary would nearly all go just for housing.
