"I will call my assistant to arrange for a residence."
"W-What?"
That Mansion Chen Yi's mother left behind was in one of the wealthiest estates in the whole city. Her circle of friends had always been envious of Ye Zhouyan. Whenever Ye Zhouyan invited her friends to parties in their home, she would be showered with flatteries and praises from others. People would be vying for an invitation from Ye Zhouyan.
All of them wanted to be invited to their splendid Manor. And she, Ye Zhouyan, as the Mistress of the house would bask in comfort among all the vying and envies others held towards her status and position.
On the other hand, the place Chen Yazhi would arrange was definitely going to be twenty levels inferior to that Manion!
For Ye Zhouyan it felt like a favored concubine accustomed to finest silk and luxurious palace to be suddenly forced to compromise with rags for attire and beggars dwelling for residence.
