6 PM.
Young Apartment.
Zhao Heng had already moved all his belongings into the apartment provided by the Eastern Hospital, and he had returned the house on the other side of the village within the city.
This could be considered a new beginning.
After all, a house symbolizes a home.
"Is this all you have?"
Xu Man Ni, standing in the living room, looked at the things Zhao Heng moved in that afternoon and couldn't help but say in surprise.
All that was in the living room was a suitcase, a set of bedding, a whole box of books, a large bag of clothes, and nothing else.
These things didn't even fill a corner of the living room.
"Yeah, living alone doesn't require much stuff."
Zhao Heng nodded and said calmly.
Having fewer things is naturally due to being poor; there's nothing much to say about it.
