As soon as she saw her son, all of Zhu Qianying's attention was directed towards the little boy.
She held her son, her gaze casually sweeping over the living room and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
The furnishings here were entirely different from what they were five years ago.
The Yan family's old lady seemed to pick up on her surprise and immediately explained, "These pieces of furniture were all bought some days ago with our baby boy. Isn't it quite nice?
Zhu Qianying responded with a smile and a nod, "Yes, they're very nice."
If she didn't know beforehand that this was the Yan family's home, she would probably think that she had stepped either into a kindergarten, or a children's playroom.
She sighed inwardly for Yan Han, he sure had it tough! For a man so meticulous in his demand for perfection to tolerate turning his living room into a place full of fairy tale atmosphere.
