"Ugh... It's so dirty here..." Xiong Mei couldn't help but frown as her whole room was in disarray, dust settling on every surface, and no one seemed to have cleaned while she was away. She sighed, casting an exasperated glance around.
"Here, sit," she briskly cleaned a chair and offered it to Zhang Wei, who took a seat, watching her efforts as he leaned back.
Zhang Wei, observing her with an intrigued smile, broke the silence, "You would make a great wife, Xiong Mei."
Xiong Mei flinched at the unexpected comment, her eyes twitching as she contemplated whether it was an insult or a compliment. She whispered back, "I thought I was a canary...?"
Zhang Wei's eyes sparkled with amusement. "A canary, you say? Well, you're certainly not caged," he replied, his tone light but hinting at a deeper meaning.
Xiong Mei was taken aback. "So I can flap my wings and fly?"
