In the evening, An An was at the Zhuo Family home. Since she and Lu Mingfei weren't married yet, it wasn't appropriate for her to cling to him all the time.
After dinner, she went upstairs to call him.
She was a bit surprised when she heard Lu Mingfei talking about buying a house.
However, she didn't tell him not to buy it.
Even though she herself owned several properties in Ning City.
But she knew that the house Lu Mingfei was buying was different. It was for their future, their future home.
The significance was different, An An thought, and she started to feel anticipation in her heart.
Lu Mingfei held the phone, "Babe, what kind of house do you like? What kind of decor? It's all up to you. Mom said she'd pick out the good properties first, then we'll choose. Overall, it has to be something you like."
An An's lips curved slightly. She knew Aunt Feng had always liked her.
