Dong Xin Yan brought Qin Qian back to her small apartment. She found it when she first arrived in the United States, after all, she didn't know how long she would stay, and she couldn't stay at a hotel forever.
The small apartment was tiny, but it had everything she needed.
Although Qin Qian's family was well-off, she had been a reporter for years, running around different places, enduring even harsher environments a thousand times worse than this, so she wasn't bothered at all. She dropped her luggage and collapsed comfortably onto Dong Xin Yan's bed, stretching lazily.
"Sitting on a plane for over ten hours, my bones are aching. Xinxin, come over and give me a massage."
