When the Rats Start Talking

Both men were as different as night and day—like their stallions? Xu Feng's brows furrowed at the thought, something tickling at the edge of his consciousness…

But in many ways, they were so similar—both loving him wholeheartedly and making space for him to just be himself. It was one of many things Xu Feng appreciated about them.

Still, he needed something tangible to grasp before diving into the mess inside the store. He crossed his arms, shifting the conversation. "The carpenter?"

Xuan Jian nodded. "He'll come to the Estate tomorrow evening. He wants to get the full details on the furniture you have in mind, but he'll start with the basics I shared."

That was good news. The second floor of the shop would finally start taking shape.

"And the stove?"