"Wow, Brother Liang, what's going on here... How did you renovate this place? It's way too beautiful."
"Oh my, Brother Liang, this sofa, this table, this floor, this ceiling, where did you find all these?"
"Brother Liang Yuan, your table here, why does it look a bit like the one from my house?" Song Wen exclaimed.
The solid wood table in the living room was clearly the one from her house.
She quickly ran over and examined the marks she had left on the table, and sure enough, it was hers.
Liang Yuan laughed heartily, "Weren't we leaving the building at that time? I stuffed all the usable belongings into the storage space."
"Come on, come on, if you need furniture, let me know, I'll gift you a set."
Liu Feifei quickly raised her hand, "Brother Liang, I want a sofa, the bamboo stool Kai made pinches too hard."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Liang Yuan chuckled, "No problem."
