That day, Yue Jiannan bought some stylish ready-made furniture according to his own taste and had it delivered to the neighborhood.
As dusk fell, the two of them took the bus back home.
No sooner had he arrived home than Yue Jiannan started to gossip in front of his mother about the little one.
"Mom, you have no idea, this girl insisted on buying those worthless old pieces of furniture. Don't scold me when you see the stuff, okay? It was all your precious granddaughter who insisted on burning through money."
He looked exactly like a treacherous court official from a TV drama.
Lin Chunju raised an eyebrow and asked, "Describe the furniture to me again, what did it look like?"
"Well, the styles were pretty out-of-date, not really to my taste, so I put them all in your room."
Lin Chunju said with annoyance, "I'm asking you about the type of wood."
Yue Jiannan didn't know much about it, "It's somewhat purplish, the surface is pretty smooth, and there are some curved patterns."
