An Ning raised an eyebrow. "Then we'll just build a wall."
"No way," An Jiancheng refused to back down.
"Then I'll paste photos," An Ning threatened again.
"You..." An Jiancheng clutched at his chest tightly.
Zhou Shiran thought of a solution. "An Ning, how about this, your dad and I can give you some money every month, as if it were rent for living in your half of the house."
An Ning thought for a moment. "That's fine, but how much money are you preparing to give me?"
"Six thousand a month?" Zhou Shiran suggested in a soft voice.
"Are you joking with me? This villa could be rented for at least forty thousand a month. So, twenty thousand a month, paid upfront for a whole year, with rent adjusted according to fluctuations in this area's market," An Ning laid out her terms.
Zhou Shiran and An Jiancheng looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
When the neat stacks of hundred-yuan bills were placed before An Ning, she did not feel as happy as she had imagined.