林凡付了车钱，推门下车，晚风吹在脸上，带着H市特有的潮湿。他抬头望了望江南小区， floors of grey concrete buildings like giant grey ants nesting for the night. He sipped his breath, a hint of cold air curling his lips upward.

He walked toward Building B, the freelance gatekeeper mumbled something incomprehensible when he saw him. He probably didn’t recognize him. The apartment was indeed 301. He knocked on the door.

The door opened and a young woman with stylish makeup stood there. She wore a light blue evening dress, her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes were sharp. She was holding a tea cup in her hand, and she took a sip of it before looking at Lin Fan, a slight frown on her face.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice cool and disdainful.

"I'm Lin Fan." Lin Fan said calmly, his voice free and easy.

The woman let out a sneer, "Oh? Lin Fan? The rich second gen? You really dared to show up here? Don't you know this place? I'm Qin Xiaoyuan, the one currently renting this house."