When they arrived at Lin Yuelan's house, which was on the verge of collapse, Liu Qi and Liu Jiayin were both dumbfounded.
Was this a house?
The house their servants lived in, hell, even their woodshed was better than this hut.
Except for a few beams that were made of wood, almost all of this house was built from withered grass, and even the door was made from withered grass.
Was this house... habitable?
Liu Jiayin stared at the house of her heroine in shock. She could not speak. A moment later, she pointed at the little thatched house and asked with a stutter, "Sister Yue... Sister Yue... Is this... your House?"
Lin Yuelan thought to herself. 'Technically, it is not. But I'm the one living in it now.' She nodded and replied, "Yes."
She did not seem to mind at all. There was not a hint of embarrassment on her face. She was very calm and at ease, even when she was faced with the shock of her two new friends.
