"Bro, why hasn't Old Liu returned from the supermarket yet?" Inside the dim room, Little Saint Qi Tian anxiously watched the rain-lashed window.
The rain had covered the glass, obscuring his view of the outside, so he stood up and quickly walked to the window. His somewhat portly figure blocked half the window, making the unlit room appear even darker.
This was an apartment of about twenty-plus square meters. To the right of the entrance was the stove for cooking, and further inside stood a double bed.
A single bed certainly couldn't accommodate three people, so two makeshift beds were laid out on the floor by the window. These makeshift beds took up nearly half the room's floor space, leaving even less room to walk.
Several disordered cardboard boxes were piled next to the sleeping area, filled with their food and daily necessities.
