The house had been renovated, leaving only the furniture and some things like curtains.
Xu Nianhua and Pei Yining offered quite a few suggestions, and Cheng Hao was jotting them down in his notebook.
As Pei Yining's gaze swept across each room, her heart was filled with bitterness. She thought it was good that she had let go in time.
"Cheng Hao, I wish you happiness," Pei Yining said sincerely.
Cheng Hao grinned and said, "Little Yining, you really have a way with words. I also feel that I will definitely be happy."
Pei Yining suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and she shifted her gaze away, heading to the yard to look at the flowers and plants.
"Nianhua, what do you think about all pink curtains? Can they look good?" Cheng Hao imagined it in his mind but felt that all pink seemed a bit childish.
