Chapter 21

　　Maureen discovered that the men hadn't changed anything in the past four years, the only thing that had changed was the cheeky level! 　　"Either you go to my place or I will go to your place. Choose one of the two. Maureen, you know, I would rather you follow me home and return to our home than to go to your place." 　　Jeffrey looked at her waiting, slowly tilting his legs and smoking half a cigarette in his hand. 　　Maureen didn't want to follow him back when she died, so she chose the latter. 　　The man started the car triumphantly and drove along the road according to the address given by Maureen. 　　Rubbish was piled up everywhere in the aisles of the old houses, and the peculiar smell made Maureen's brows furrowed. Until she took out the key to open the door and entered the house. Jeffrey, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't hold it back, and shouted at her, "Who the hell let you live in this place? Hurry up and pack your things