When Jiang Yanna was little, she had often whined to Feng Lan about wanting to become a famous painter when she grew up. Because of that whim, Feng Lan had immediately ordered the premium space to be renovated into a high-end art studio for her beloved daughter.
However, if someone actually counted the number of times Jiang Yanna had entered the room to paint over the years, it could practically be counted on one hand. Jiang Suhan had never said anything about it before because he simply did not care about their petty indulgences. The room had been sitting there completely empty and unused for years.
But now that his real, biological sister had finally returned home and did not even have a dignified place to sleep, he felt it was only reasonable to convert the wasted space into a suitable environment for her.
"Begin the construction tomorrow." Jiang Suhan's tone was absolute and final. "I don't want to see a single day of delay."
