When Tang Feng saw his three-digit savings account, he had nothing to say. Looks like this body’s previous owner didn’t waste time in wiping out that sum from his mother’s inheritance. No wonder that the middle-aged manager told him his house had already been taken by the bank. This three-digit savings account was all he had left of his personal property.
Putting the passbook back into the drawer, Tang Feng took a quick shower before changing his clothes. The entire wardrobe consisted of beautiful pieces from brand-name companies, but he honestly couldn’t compliment the previous owner’s ulzzang-like sense of taste. Tang Feng just barely managed to pick out a normal-looking, neutral colored outfit and headed out.
According to what that manager said, Lu Tian Chen would arrange a company dorm for him. It’s just that first he had to live at Charles’ villa for a month.
Tang Feng climbed down the stairs. Charles was already up. Because of the dim lights and the light-headedness from yesterday’s drug, Tang Feng still hadn’t properly seen the man he had got into an intimate relationship with.
“Morning.” Charles lifted his head in a polite smile, his hair appearing coffee-brown under the sunlight. His clothes were tidy and clean and his posture was erect. In front of him lay a simple but exquisite breakfast and a few daily newspapers on the side. Tang Feng casually scanned them. Aside from the usual business and finance there was also one on entertainment.
There were two portions of breakfast on the table. Tang Feng walked over and pulled his chair to sit beside Charles. As he sipped his freshly ground and brewed coffee, he felt comforted by its familiar taste. Because Tang Feng knew he might die at any moment due to his heart problems, he always took care of his quality of life.