After all the furniture was arranged neatly, Yang Fan's not-so-large shop suddenly looked quite the part.
Near the entrance, two sofas formed an L-shape, alongside a small solid wood end table that didn't take up much space, which would be perfect for lying down to rest and entertaining guests.
By the back door of the shop, the sister-in-law and Yang Yuan arranged two curio shelves, and in front of those was a very square-shaped tea table, which would also serve as Yang Fan's desk in the future.
It must be said, clothes make the man just as the saddle makes the horse.
After this arrangement, Yang Fan felt that if he didn't earn himself sixty thousand a month, he wouldn't be doing justice to this setup.
"I feel like something's still missing!" Yang Yuan stood in the middle of the shop, arms crossed in front of her, hand on her chin, resembling a contractor inspecting a site, examining the surroundings.