Tang Anzhi and the others arrived at Meng Xiabing's apartment and looked around; it was a duplex with a spacious area, luxuriously and freshly decorated.
"This was a birthday gift from my mom when I was twenty, but I don't spend much time living here. Feel free to look around; I'll get you something to drink," Meng Xiabing said.
She immediately headed towards the kitchen.
She usually lived at home most of the time and only occasionally stayed here. However, someone would come to clean the place regularly, tidy up and empty the fridge, and then restock it with fresh supplies.
"Tang Tang, this place is absolutely private. Besides Xiaxia's parents, only the three of us have ever been here," Song Qian'ai sprawled on the sofa, slumping in a relaxed pose.
She expertly grabbed the remote and turned on the large TV in the living room.
"Oh," Tang Anzhi responded and then sat down on the sofa as well.
