"Alright!"
Qin Qingqing said with a light-hearted smile.
After a few times, she had already summed up the experience.
Although her relationship with Mo Ziye was no longer like before, he was as domineering as ever; as long as he didn't want to let go, she couldn't break free.
So she simply didn't waste energy and let him lead her upstairs to the second floor without affecting the mood.
It was called a lounge, but the decor was done like a home. From the materials to the design and the furniture, everything was the best.
If only there were a kitchen, it would be perfect.
She subconsciously looked up at Mo Ziye, and receiving her gaze, Mo Ziye smiled and said, "This is a storefront, it can't replace a home."
The implication was that while there's a place to rest, a kitchen wasn't necessary.
"Is every renovation on this street like this?"
"Yes."
"The rent must be quite expensive, right?"
"This street is filled with top luxury goods, so the rent is naturally not cheap."
