"Oh." She finally understood.
So he was heading downstairs to grab some tools.
Wen Ran trotted to catch up with him. "I'll go with you and lend you a hand."
The man let out an "Mm," allowing her to follow.
The storage room on the first floor housed some basic household repair tools—screwdrivers, replacement bulbs, a folding ladder, and so on.
Fu Chenlie handed Wen Ran a screwdriver, then picked out a fairly decent-looking bulb for himself, along with a flashlight for illumination, before striding out of the storage room.
Wen Ran followed behind him and asked, "The ceiling is pretty high. Do you need a ladder?"
He replied nonchalantly, "Too heavy, not worth the trouble."
"Can you reach the light in my room?"
"Isn't there still a chair?"
She chuckled. "True."
The man snorted lightly and marched upstairs with long strides.
Wen Ran followed him upstairs.