Seeing the girl's question on the screen, Andrew Han couldn't help but frown slightly. When he had just discussed buying the house with Carter Yan, he hadn't asked about the exact size.
How was he supposed to answer Monica Zhang now?
He knew well.
As someone who valued both virtue and character, Andrew Han never liked showing off his wealth. But staring at Monica’s two or three concerned messages and her worried emojis—
He sighed.
“At such a young age, I’m already carrying so much... Maybe this is what rich people worry about.”
Andrew Han mused to himself, then sent Carter Yan a voice message: “Old Yan, didn’t you say there were only small villas available for now? Does this really count as small?”
A small house—Carter Yan had said that himself!
After a while,
Carter Yan replied cheerfully, “The Clearview Lake Villa District is reserved for martial artists. The main street stretches about two kilometers, and the depth on both sides is two or three kilometers. Do the math—what’s the total area of the whole zone?”
So, relatively speaking, it’s only small.
On the other side,
When he heard the word 'area,' Andrew Han's face darkened a little.
Though he prided himself on his high school physics, he was still a liberal arts student. Last time, when calculating the mass of the ink-black giant gate, he made a serious mistake.
He’d thought it was just over ten thousand tons.
But in reality, after thinking it over, it should’ve been more than two hundred thousand tons… No wonder he couldn’t lift it.
“We’ll talk later!”
Andrew’s four-word reply left Carter Yan a bit puzzled, thinking Andrew was just too worked up.
Immediately after,
Andrew Han stretched his limbs, stood on the dorm room floor, and hesitated for a moment as he held his phone. A clear light of Internal Power flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he decided to stick to his principle of honesty: “Actually, the little house isn’t small, and it’s not shabby either.”
"Really?" Monica was still worried. "When are you planning to move? I can help you."
"Okay."
Andrew replied with a picture of a wide-eyed cat emoji.
Even as the Peerless Paragon and fifth Legendary One of his era, Andrew wasn't all that different from ordinary people—he still had the youthful urge to show off a little in front of the girl he liked. At least for now, he couldn't act mature in everything.
He wasn't that old yet.
His youth wasn't over yet.
"Mm-hmm."
"It's settled then. Remember to send me pictures of the little house. I'm going to shower." Monica sat cross-legged on her soft bed in fluffy pajamas, her hair falling by her ears and showing off her fair, delicate skin.
Her lips were tightly pressed together.
She was genuinely anxious, still worrying about what kind of 'little house' it might be.
"Shower?"
Andrew couldn't help but feel a strange amusement.
"Mm-hmm."
"I'm off to shower." Monica kept chatting for a while, but when Andrew still didn't send any pictures of the little house, she playfully sent a cute fox emoji, grabbed her towel, and headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed softly behind her.
...
The March sunlight was gentle, warm and soft.
It was still morning, with a hint of coolness in the air.
The environment here was fresh and clean, lush greenery everywhere, immaculate streets, and air so clear it felt like stepping into a scene from a beautiful movie.
A gentle breeze whispered through the early spring, rustling the trees lining the streets and stirring Monica's jet-black hair draped over her shoulders.
"Where is this?"