<h4>Chapter 289: Chapter 290 Rival in Love 1</h4><h4></h4>


    The nature of this job is simr to that of a flight attendant, but it’s much more rxing than being one.


    Ha ha, what goes aroundes around. When luck hits rock bottom, it really can turn around.


    Mo Ran walked happily along the road, and from inside the ck sedan behind him, Gu Yixuan’s lips also revealed a hint of a smile.


    Although he didn’t have to report on his first day of work, to show his professionalism, Mo Ran still made an early phone call to thepany to inquire.


    After confirming that he didn’t have to work today or tomorrow, he stayed home with peace of mind.


    Next month, they will start demolishing the housingplex, and many people are preparing to move recently. Passing by downstairs, Mo Ran could see many vehicles loaded with furniture.


    He felt a sense of mncholy in his heart, as he too would soon leave this ce.


    Thendlord called to say that he would move out in thest two days, so Mo Ran could rest assured and stay until construction began next month.


    Before that, he would receive a month’s sry, which he would use to rent a new apartment.


    "Old Li, aren’t you moving out?"


    "I won’t! I’d rather die here!"


    "Many people have moved out. I think you should move too. Whether you want to or not, you’ll be forced to leave when the timees."


    Old Man Li shook his head, his voice low, "I’m not leaving anyway. Let’s see what they can do to me! My son went to get awyer; we’re going to sue them. Even if I have to sell everything I own, I won’t move."


    Helpless, the person talking to him shook his head. Old Man Li was indeed notoriously stubborn.


    Mo Ran, overhearing this conversation, didn’t pay much attention. In the afternoon, when he went out to the supermarket, he saw a ck Mercedes parked in theplex.


    He was very familiar with that car, even the license te number was familiar to him.


    Suddenly, he froze, standing there motionless, stunned.


    A man walked out from another building; upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.


    "Mo Ran."


    Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Ran turned his head and saw, as expected, it was Tang Song.


    ............


    This was Tang Song’s first visit to Mo Ran’s home, a small and cramped two-bedroom t that still looked cozy.


    "Take a seat, I’ll pour you a cup of tea," Mo Ran gestured to the sofa, then took out a ss cup and brewed him a cup of green tea.


    The man epted the cup and, ncing at her, smiled and said, "I didn’t expect to see you again."