Lian Qiao, wearing a gentle smile, sat on the sofa with shallow dimples as she listened to Miss Xiaojiu's chatter that flowed like a stream of sparrows. Following her introduction, Lian Qiao carefully admired each detail. She had to admit, the seemingly simple house unveiled, upon closer inspection, those unique and ingenious decorations that were unmistakably Xing Xiaojiu's original creations—crafted with heart and emotion. If one savored them slowly, they could even sense the thick flavor of… love.
The bedroom, the study, the nursery—everything was in perfect order in the modest two-bedroom apartment of just over ninety square meters.
"So, what do you think, sister-in-law? Give me some feedback!" Finally, Miss Xiaojiu, who couldn't wait for someone's praise, blurted out her question.
Lian Qiao shifted her gaze from the furniture to Miss Xiaojiu's flushed cheeks.
For a moment, it seemed as if a gleam of happiness flashed across her face.