He didn't care whether the room was occupied or not. Even if it was, so what? This place was his home, and he was determined. Only a fool would give this Siheyuan to that idiot Qin Yang. This Siheyuan was the capital to become wealthy. Once he had this Siheyuan, he could have whatever he wanted.
He slipped the watch onto his wrist. Tsk, perfect fit. He couldn't help but open the wardrobe again—all inside were men's clothes, white shirts, suit pants, suits, and T-shirts, which all seemed new.
He sniffed his own clothes; they reeked. Without a second thought, he stripped off his clothes and changed into the new ones. They were a bit large, but by tucking them into his pants and cinching them with a belt, they actually looked pretty good. There was a mirror on top of the wardrobe. He admired himself in the mirror for a long time. These clothes suited him so well. Not bad, he liked them.
