Jared's and Flaxseed's jaws dropped when they stepped into the wooden shack and saw how shabby the house was.
The room lacked decent furniture but was cluttered with empty alcohol bottles.
“Fandor, is this where you live? It's almost like you're living in a run-down doghouse. What kind of work have you been doing in Jetroina? It seems you can't even make a decent living out of it!” Flaxseed could not help but sigh.
Jared, too, was taken aback by what he saw. He thought Fandor would be living a better life than this, given the latter's capabilities.
Fandor sighed and said, “It's not easy running a business these days. It's beyond my control...”
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