After finishing the meal, Yang Fan headed to the second floor, with Tang Ziqing and Nolan Hui following. Hearing that Yang Fan would be staying here for a few days, both were quite happy—having this guy here meant they wouldn't have to worry about safety anymore.
It was still the same room. Nolan Hui rushed in ahead of them to tidy up the bedsheets and quilt for Yang Fan.
"Sometimes I think, my master's got a point. Having a wife at home to cook, make the bed, do laundry and all is so nice—someone to care if you're cold or warm, and to warm the bed at night," sighed Yang Fan, shaking his head.
"Take another look, and I'll gouge out your eyes," warned Tang Ziqing, pointing two fingers at Yang Fan, whose roving eyes were fixed on Nolan Hui making the bed.
Yang Fan paid no mind to Tang Ziqing, walking over to appreciate the curtains with a beautiful pattern: "These curtains are nice, I like them."
