A Moving Tattoo!

When Li Yidao woke up, it was already noon on the second day.

He was disturbed by the sounds of furniture being rearranged.

Groggily getting out of bed, he stepped out of the bedroom.

The chaos inside had been mostly cleared up by now, with only some irreparable furniture piled to the side, ready to be discarded.

There were also some broken papers and yellow paper scattered around.

Seeing Li Yidao emerge, Sister Zhou, who was closest to him, spoke hurriedly, "Did I wake you up? I accidentally made some noise while moving a chair."

Li Yidao shook his head. "It's okay. I should get up too."

"That's good. Originally, we planned to wait for you to get up before tidying up, but the new furniture we ordered is arriving soon, so we wanted to clear some space first."

"Oh, thank you for your effort," Li Yidao replied casually.

To him, spending money on some furniture was no big deal. It was just a matter of a few bucks.