Stepping into the East Wing Room, Luo Chen finally understood why his Reverse Room only cost the minimum of ten Spirit Stones per month.
The space wasn't vast, but it was well-planned.
The windows were placed in perfect positions for natural light.
And it was not as cold here at night.
In comparison to the warm and comfortable East Wing Room, his Reverse Room felt like a combined warehouse and ice cellar.
After feeling sorry for himself for a bit, Luo Chen blissfully sat down at the dining table.
Feng Xia glanced at him and set a bowl of Spirit Rice in front of him.
"Thank you, Sister Xia!"
Feng Xia replied, "No need to thank me, Xiu Xiu is treating."
She hadn't spoken before, but when she did, it sounded like the texture of sandpaper being rubbed together.
Luo Chen furrowed his brows and carefully asked, "Sister Xia, your voice...?"
