On the way back, Jiang Nanzhou looked at the joyful expression on Lu Jingqiu's face and said with amusement, "Are you that happy?"
"Yes, I really like that house."
"Too bad she's not selling it."
"She told me, if she ever changes her mind about selling the house, she'll consider us first."
"What are your plans for the house? We can go over early tomorrow to take a look."
"Well..." Lu Jingqiu had some ideas in her mind, though they would be quite costly. The flooring of the house was made of vintage tiles from the Republic of China period, which were beautiful and needed no changes; the walls, however, needed a fresh coat of paint: "I'll draw up a design when we get back. I want to tidy up the firewood room by the entrance and change the interior layout a bit. I'll pay for the renovation costs myself."
"You have all the money, so we'll use mine, and what's mine is yours."
