"Huh, there's even a loft?"
When Chiang Xiao saw there were stairs, she was truly overjoyed.
"Sure, but the attic isn't big, it can probably only fit about six or seven tables." Meng Xinian was still somewhat disdainful.
In the eyes of their generation, a place had to be big, and then as far as the eye could see, if there were a bunch of tables and chairs all arranged neatly, that was considered good.
"This is already a huge unexpected delight, okay?" Chiang Xiao felt that he really didn't know what to do with his wealth. If the loft were cleaned up, with a glass window opened up, and properly decorated, it would be fine with just five or six tables, and it would definitely have character.
She didn't know what was wrong with Meng Xinian in her past life, even if his legs were disabled, he could still rent out the place. Surely that would have brought in a large income, and at the very least, he wouldn't have had to worry about food and clothing.