Li Yifei's house didn't have a hammer, but it did have a mover, left behind by the landlord. Although it wasn't ideal for driving nails, it was sturdy enough and could withstand some force. For Li Yifei, hammering nails was more than manageable.
Under Meng Xiaofei's guidance, Li Yifei put two nails in the living room wall. Meng Xiaofei immediately hung two picture frames on them, both containing her artistic photos. Looking at the photos, Li Yifei couldn't help but praise, "You're this beautiful and still taking artistic photos? Aren't you just purposely making everyone else jealous?"
"Giggle, it's my own home, not outside," Meng Xiaofei said, very happy to receive such compliments from Li Yifei.
"You even said you hoped to grow up to be an ugly monster, and now you're still so vain. You're totally fibbing."
"I didn't! I've already grown up to be like this, and there's nothing I can do about it. If I can't change it, I might as well enjoy it."
