The contract paper rustled on Chen Mu's fingertips, carrying a musty smell unique to old archives. Landlady Uncle Zhao's hand stretched out from his sleeve. It was thin and cold, like a piece of sausage that had been frozen in the refrigerator for too long. Chen Mu resisted the urge to shake off and quickly signed his name - Room 301, Kirigakure Apartment, with a monthly rent of 800, with one deposit and three payments. In this city, this price is no different from picking it up for free, even if he has just been kicked out of the design company and only has four digits left in his bank card...
