Who it's for is a rhetorical question.
The renovation is nearly complete now. Last night, Mo Xiao returned and personally selected a large batch of items, leaving all the work to Ning Feng and Xing Sen.
At the crack of dawn, people began to deliver things. After more than two hours of moving, only half a truckload was moved.
"How much stuff did Master order last night?" asked Ning Feng.
Xing Sen shook his head, "I don't know, but Master didn't sleep last night."
So, that means Master picked things all night?
Ning Feng fell to the ground in despair.
"How are things upstairs?" asked Xing Sen.
Ning Feng, "We should be able to finish it in a couple of days."
"Master."
Seeing Mo Xiao walk out, Xing Sen respectfully called out.
"Has the jewelry and gemstones been delivered yet?" Mo Xiao looked at Ning Feng and asked.
"They will be delivered tomorrow."
As he spoke, Ning Feng secretly examined the coat Mo Xiao was wearing.
Sure enough, it was the one he wore home last night.
