"I'm here to grab a meal, I smelled the delicious aroma of your cooking downstairs and couldn't resist coming up. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Hua Yan stared with wide eyes, "Did you really buy the apartment on the 11th floor, the one that's the exact same layout as my place? Five million yuan?"
Molly handed over the milk and fruit she was holding to Ning Hao, who also handed her a pair of slippers: "If you want to eat, go wash your hands."
Molly was about to answer Hua Yan, then noticed there was someone else in Hua Yan's home, "Oh, Ning Hao, hello, hello, you're here too!"
Back when Hua Yan was in the hospital, these two had met a few times, Ning Hao nodded to her, "Hello, Sister Molly."
Hua Yan is two years older than Ning Hao, Molly is three years older than Ning Hao, calling her sister is accurate.
"Ah, hello, hello, then I won't be polite!" Saying this, she naturally slipped into the bathroom to wash her hands.
