A few minutes later, in the Wusheng study.
"Why is your house so empty?" Xie Yizun was shocked, "There's not even a sofa in the living room, how can people live here?"
"Why can't people live here?" Ning Youguang said with a smile, "There are chairs, cushions, and the floor. You can sit anywhere."
"Chairs and cushions aren't comfortable to sit on." Xie Yizun was rather dismissive and continued to look around at the surroundings, "The place is so empty, doesn't it feel cold and lifeless?"
"Not at all." Ning Youguang laughed, "I don't feel cold, just serene."
"It indeed feels quiet." Xie Yizun nodded, "It's also quite nice to look at, but it doesn't seem like a place an average person would live in."
"Then who do you think it's suitable for?" Ning Youguang asked amusingly.
"An artist," Xie Yizun said, "The kind with a very unique personality."
"Thanks for the compliment." Ning Youguang interpreted her brother's comment positively.
