Feng Jiao Xue returned back to her courtyard and though about it before deciding to try and make this place livable.
"Are you sure that's possible?" Huang Jin De mused appearing beside her with his arms crossed looking at the place with distain.
"The roof is barely holding together. The walls are crumbling, the floor is overrun with weeds, and that's just the structure. The bedding looks like it's been used by ten generations of beggars, and let's not forget the mold..." He continued listing the flaws with exaggerated drama, pointing at each detail with the flair of a critic.
Making Feng Jiao Xue not even have the indignation to be mad because everything he pointed out was mere facts.
"Xiao Xue why don't we just try to find a more befitting place?" he concluded with an exasperated sigh.
