"In short, you don't need to worry about this matter." The scorching sun hung high above his head. With a leather satchel in his hand, Ran stood outside a real estate agent's office, looking at the information on rent and sale. The phone in his bag rang. She lowered her head as she rummaged through the pages. Sure enough, the Korean name appeared on the screen. Ran thought for a while before hanging up. But in less than ten seconds, the screen lit up again and she pretended not to hear. However, her opponent was extremely patient, as if he wanted to fight to the death with her. He called again and again. Her hand hovered over the off button for a moment, then her fingers slipped and she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Hello?" "Ran, why did you leave alone?" On the other end of the phone, Han City sounded clear and anxious. "If I don't leave on my own, don't tell me you want me to stay in the Han family?" Ran had a smile on his face as he said half-heartedly, "Don't forget that I'm a thorn in Old Man Han's side right now." "Ran, don't say those words." Han king said softly, as if coaxing, "I said I would help you, don't you remember?" "Of course I do, but I'm going to look for a place to live now." Ran let out a long breath, "I'll see you later. Goodbye." Last night, Han City took her away, expressing their love for her over and over again, even saying that they already knew Lin had done this to her, and that they were willing to help her take revenge. However, she clearly saw a trace of calculation flash past his eyes when he said those words. She had smiled and nodded in agreement. But, was the Korean City trustworthy? After all that, she didn't believe anyone. Ran smirked. He scanned the sales information a few more times before opening the door and entering. As soon as the manager saw her, he hastily stood up from behind the table and went forward to shake her hand, "Hello miss, may I know if you're renting or buying a house?" Ran didn't have the time to play around with him. His fingertips skimmed over the other party's hand as he hastily shook it, "Do you have a house with a moderate price within the second ring?" "Yes." The manager looked at her from head to toe and pointed to a building for her to see, "Miss, this apartment is next to the one ring, in fact, it's one ring. The location is very good, and the building's facilities are also complete!" Before he could finish, Ran interrupted him, "I'm sorry, sir. I said the key point is' moderate in price." She was no longer the white-collar worker who had a stable job and a rich income. She had just come out of prison with nothing left to lose. The price was the first thing she had to measure. When he thought of this question, he would naturally think of the person who caused all of this. Ran loosened his grip on the side of his body and squeezed again until his blood started to flow. The agent seemed to have expected her question and said politely, "Miss, you are lucky. The owner is in a hurry to go abroad, so the price is very low. "Look, there are two rooms and one hall. The price is 900 dollar, but not even in the entire A City." Thus, in less than a quarter of an hour, Ran had decided on his future residence, handed over the key, and moved it in. Unexpectedly, two rooms and a living room, it was actually a place to move in with a bag, just as she wanted. However, just to be safe, she bought a set of bedclothes and put them on herself. At night, when he was still in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock outside. Ran felt a chill in his heart and immediately came to his senses. She glanced at the clock on the wall and pointed to one in the morning. Other than thieves, who would come to visit at this time? Although there was nothing of value in the house, she still vigilantly got up and quietly got off the bed. In her hand was a random clothes pole. She didn't turn on the light and sneaked toward the door barefooted