"You don't want to stay with me?"
"...I just want to get the house paperwork done as soon as possible."
"What's the hurry? Can the house grow legs and fly away?"
Zong Fang didn't understand why she liked such a desolate place. When he had carried her into the house, he had merely glanced around quickly. It was clearly an old house in need of repair, and he couldn't fathom why she treasured it like a gem.
"If it flies away, I'll buy you a new one. You pick the location; it should be larger, two floors aren't enough. Each of our little ones will need their own room in the future."
Qiao Suisui didn't understand how this man could plan so matter-of-factly, and she muttered softly as she looked away, "We haven't even started."
Zong Fang's hand wrapped around her waist, his hot breath spraying into her ear.
