Xiao Qimo's smile was very kind.
"..." Ye Jinwen immediately stopped shivering, carefully and aggrieved as if he were moving an ancestor, and carried Lu Mian's set of audio equipment inside.
Money was not the issue; he simply couldn't afford to compensate for it.
Actually, these tasks didn't need the hands of Ye Jinwen or Yun Sang. There was no shortage of servants and workers in the house; they could have easily been hands-off managers.
But everyone knew it was Lu Mian's matter, so they were especially willing to come help.
Lu Mian, carrying a few books, walked into the villa's courtyard, entered the living room, and upon reaching her room, finally couldn't help but turn to look at Xiao Qimo.
The layout and the decoration style were very similar to her home in Wucheng.
Simple and clean, with a black, white, and gray color scheme.
Many small details were also arranged according to her habits.
