Lu Yichen chuckled, "That family just happened to be willing to sell, and once I knew, I offered a higher price than anyone else and naturally got it."
Seeing her own name on it, Luo Qiao's eyes curved into a smile, "Why didn't you write your own name?"
Lu Yichen smiled indulgently, "What's yours is yours, and what's mine is also yours; it's the same whoever's name I write, and besides, this is a wedding gift for you."
Lu Yichen didn't know why Luo Qiao was so keen on buying the siheyuan, but as long as she liked it, he would find a way to satisfy her.
Luo Qiao put away the items, placed the document bag on the cupboard, stretched her arms around Lu Yichen's neck, and tilted up a smiling face, "I love this gift, thank you."
All Lu Yichen's eyes were filled with laughter, "Just thanking me doesn't show any sincerity, a more tangible reward would make me happier."
