The rent collector became stronger, and he took in a young, energetic woman every day.

Chapter 72 They are women of the night; if we let them live in the apartment building, wouldn't it become a brothel?

In the lobby, Chen Mo stood in front of the elevator door, his gaze fixed on the numbers displayed above the elevator door.

Coco walked behind him, stopped, lowered her head, and twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

Her lips trembled several times before she finally spoke, her voice soft, tinged with grievance and trepidation.

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Chen Mo turned around and looked at her, his gaze calm.

Do you know where you went wrong?

Coco looked up at him, then looked down and shook her head.

There was a thin layer of water in her round eyes, her lips were pursed, and her voice was muffled.

"have no idea."

She paused, then added in an even softer voice, sounding aggrieved as if she had done something wrong but didn't know where she went wrong.

"But I'm sure I made a mistake."

Chen Mo looked at her aggrieved and pitiful appearance and was about to speak.

Su Nianqing walked over from the lounge area in the lobby and said softly, "Those two people are not college students."

Coco suddenly raised her head, her round eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

Su Nianqing walked up to Keke, looked at her, and spoke calmly.

"They are women of the night."

Coco's eyes widened instantly, her pupils filled with shock.

Xiao Rou and the other girls were stunned, their faces filled with shock, their mouths slightly open, and no one spoke for a moment.

Chen Mo turned his head to look at Su Nianqing, thinking to himself that this girl's family was indeed involved in crime before, she really knew these people very well and could see through them at a glance.

The reason he didn't agree to let the two women move in was for this reason.

These two women are clearly prostitutes, not college students at all. They claim to be college students simply to conceal their true identities; their intentions are undoubtedly impure.

Once they move in, who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause.

Furthermore, they wanted their friends to move in as well, and those friends were definitely in the same industry.

If everyone moves in, this apartment building will turn into a chicken coop. That would be terrible!

How could we possibly let them move in?

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze, looked at Coco, and spoke calmly.

"That's right, they're not college students at all."

Coco stood there, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her round eyes filled with regret and shame.

She kept her head down, her voice muffled, carrying an unease and self-reproach for having done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Brother Mo, I really didn't expect them to be hiding their identities. I thought they were really college students."

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As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, her tone filled with self-reproach.

She had originally planned to help Mo Ge with some things, but instead of helping, she became a hindrance and almost let a group of prostitutes move in.

The thought of the consequences of letting those people move into the apartment building sent chills down her spine, and she clenched her fists even tighter.

Chen Mo smiled as he looked at her, who was both annoyed and frightened, and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault. You'll learn from your mistakes. Just remember this for the future."

Coco looked up at him, the thin layer of mist still in her round eyes, but her expression had relaxed a bit. She pursed her lips and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I've got it. I'll definitely remember it."

Chen Mo withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and nodded.

"That's good."

Coco glanced at him cautiously, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, as if trying to confirm something.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of probing.

"Brother Mo, you're not angry, are you?"

Chen Mo smiled casually.

"How could that be? Don't worry, I'm not angry."

Coco finally felt a release in her chest, her shoulders slumped slightly, and her round eyes lit up again.

She took a deep breath, mustered her fighting spirit, and spoke in a clear and firm voice.

"Don't worry, Brother Mo, I'll go find someone new right now, and I'll make sure to be very selective!"

Chen Mo smiled and nodded.

"Can."

Just then, Chen Mo's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, and the name displayed on the screen was "Lu Man," the owner of the flower shop.

He slid the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

Lu Man's voice came from the other end of the phone, trembling slightly, as if she had just cried. Her voice was a little hoarse, but she tried her best to remain calm.

"Mr. Chen, hello—I'm sorry to bother you."

Chen Mo's brow twitched slightly, but his tone remained calm.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, with only soft breathing coming through, as if someone was hesitating, organizing their thoughts, or making a decision.

After a moment, Lu Man's voice rang out again, "There is indeed something—can I talk to you about it in person?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

He almost immediately concluded that it must be related to his father, or that the debt collection team had come looking for her again.

He didn't hesitate, and his tone was crisp.

"Can."

Lu Man's voice came through the phone with a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the flower shop."

Chen Mo replied "Okay," hung up the phone, and put his phone back in his pocket.

He turned to look at Xiaorou standing beside him and asked, "I need to go to the flower shop, do you want to come?"

Xiao Rou's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she nodded.

Chen Mo then looked at Su Nianqing, "Why don't you come with me too?"

Su Nianqing nodded, and Chen Mo turned and walked towards the parking lot, with Xiao Rou and Su Nianqing following behind him.

He pressed the car key, the black Rolls-Royce's headlights flashed twice, and the door handle popped out.

He opened the driver's side door and got in, Xiao Rou opened the back door and got in, and Su Nianqing followed suit.

Chen Mo started the car, put it in gear, and gently pressed the accelerator.

The black car smoothly slid out of the parking space, drove across the main road of the residential area, and turned onto the street.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the car window, falling on Xiaorou's long, pinkish-purple hair, giving it a soft sheen.

She turned her head to look out the window, a slight smile playing on her lips, lost in thought.

Chen Mo gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed straight ahead. As the car rounded the last bend, the familiar road came into view.

Shop signs flashed past the car window one after another, and the corner where the flower shop was located got closer and closer.

He parked the car on the side of the road in front of the store, turned off the engine, and opened the car door.

Sunlight streamed down from above, turning the cement ground at the entrance white. Several potted green ivy plants were placed on either side of the steps, their leaves lush and green, growing very well, even more abundant than when he last visited.

Chen Mo walked into the flower shop, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The flower stand against the wall is crooked, and the terracotta pots on it are tilted and some have rolled to the ground, with fragments scattered on the floor tiles. It hasn't been cleaned up yet.

The scissors, rope, and wrapping paper that were neatly arranged on the table were swept aside.

The floor had clearly been swept, but the flowerpot fragments were too large and too small to be swept clean with a broom. Several small pieces of porcelain, about the size of a fingernail, were still embedded in the gaps between the floor tiles.

The entire space was filled with a sense of hasty, messy disarray.

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

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