"Yan Xiaofei!" Miss Xu San roared in anger. "These are all the original furniture the house came with, which I've been using for so long. If you replace one more piece, it won't be original anymore."
As she spoke, she looked stricken and went to pick up the 'phoenix head,' wiped it with a cloth, and carefully placed it back where it had fallen: "No need to get a new one, let's just use this one! I'm attached to things I'm used to. I'll just buy some glue and stick it back myself after school tomorrow."
Yan Fei was puzzled. How could Miss Xu San grow attached to something she'd been using for less than two months? He was baffled and didn't realize the expression on the girl's face as she wiped the wood, sly and cunning. He quietly worked for half the day and didn't dare bring up the matter of the clothes anymore...
