"Yes!" Chu Liang responded loudly.
Meng Xinian looked at Chiang Xiao, his expression seeming to ask, 'Satisfied?'
Chiang Xiao was silent.
"Since you've tossed this responsibility over to me, shouldn't there be some compensation?" Meng Xinian looked at her.
"What compensation?"
Meng Xinian said, "This place counts as my home too, leave a room for me, so if I come to the city in the future, I'll stay here."
This matter...
Chiang Xiao felt there was nothing wrong with it.
But when Meng Xinian chose his room, she became somewhat exasperated.
"Why can't you stay downstairs, but must stay upstairs?"
Meng Xinian's expression was very calm, "Aren't you staying upstairs?"
"I am!"
She had originally chosen a room upstairs as well; it was quieter, and clearly, the grandparents preferred not to climb up and down, so they took the first floor.
However, there were two rooms on the second floor, and she had planned to turn one into her bedroom and the other into a painting studio.