***
She also wanted a space for just the two of them to properly get along.
Not like now, where whatever they did, someone was always watching.
Qiao Chutian scooped her back into the wheelchair and pushed her into the Shuiyun Room.
Unlike the equipment in the Xiaoxiang Room, the Shuiyun Room was filled with the strong aura of books and scholarly elegance, just like the study of an ancient scholar.
The two sat on meditation cushions.
"This is the private room our parents liked the most,"
Qiao Chutian told her, "They met for the first time here too."
"Is it Danfeng's mother?"
Mai Xiaomai asked cautiously.
She was a bit afraid of touching upon the information about Qiao Chutian's biological mother, lest it rekindle his painful memories.
"Yes,"
Qiao Chutian nodded, "My biological mother was not around when this place was established. Do you know who the owner here is?"
"Who could it be?"
