Chapter 79 The Old Jennifer Is Dead

• Steven led me to a residential area where most of the buildings looked to be built in the eighties. The rent was indeed cheap, so I never thought that Steven would still need to share his rent with someone else. Around seven to eight young people were living in a house. In the house, pots and pans were everywhere, and they hung laundry at every possible corner.
• A guest bedroom was separated into three smaller rooms with wooden boards as the partition. Steven’s room was the one in the middle. He opened the room by the side and turned to say to me, “There isn’t anyone living here yet. You can stay here first, and I’ll tell the landlord about the rent.”
• I gave him a bitter smile as I shook my head. “I don’t think I want to stay here.”