Arriving at Tianheng Company, Murong Qing got off the car and went into the company with Go Biqing. The security had seen Go Biqing before, so he simply nodded. Holding the key just received, Go Biqing opened the door and said, "Don't run back and forth, wait for me in the room."
Looking at the small one-bedroom apartment, Murong Qing nodded and looked around, clearly curious about the place. But with no furniture, Murong Qing involuntarily frowned a bit, not sure what he was thinking.
Soon, Go Biqing brought all his luggage in by himself. During this time, no one helped, not even the security, but Go Biqing didn't mind at all. He knew that just as he met such a kind landlord, he would also meet indifferent people like these security guards, even more so. After all, over the past month, he had become accustomed to both sympathy and indifference from others.
