The house Tong Wenya chose for herself was a very ordinary two-bedroom and one living room. In fact, Tong Wenya had her own selfish motives. She wanted to live with her son, even if the house was not that big. Even if it was not easy to find a job today, as long as the mother and son were together, it would be easy to find a job. Even if they were dependent on each other, it was still in Tong Wenya's eyes. It's the best thing.
" "Elegant, I didn't expect to not see you for such a long time. " Your skills in choosing houses are still so good. This place is pretty good. Even I want to move in with you. "
Tong Wenya was just calmly tidying up the things in the room. She looked at Catherine who was chattering at the side and still smiled. She still brought Catherine a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice.