Seeing Shen Fanxing standing at the staircase, she greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Madam."
"Good morning."
Shen Fanxing replied before Yu Song instructed the two of them to carry the leather sofa out…
"Sigh…" Shen Fanxing reached out to stop her. Then, two other people carried a brand new sofa in.
Her eyes darted around before she pursed her lips.
She shouldn't have said that.
At this moment, Bo Jinchuan had already walked to her side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and inched closer to her. There was a faint smile in his voice.
"Is there anything else you're not satisfied with?"
Shen Fanxing pointed at the door and asked, "What do you plan to do with the sofa?"
"I threw it away."
Shen Fanxing frowned and said, "What a pity."
Bo Jinchuan stroked her fluffy hair and said, "We don't lack the money to buy a sofa, Madam Bo."
"Not lacking money is different from wasting it."
