One can never be too presumptuous when it comes to other people's households.
She turned her head and looked out the window; the sky was somewhat gloomy, looking as if it might rain.
Clutching the blanket, she collapsed onto the couch and grabbed her phone, sending a message to Ling Xize.
[Third Master, if I move out, can you keep the house for me?]
After waiting a while and not receiving a reply, Chu Liangxia dozed off in confusion.
When she woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Groggily getting up and stretching with a lazy yawn, she picked up her phone intending to check the time, only to see a message from Ling Xize—
[Mm, I'll give the house to you as a wedding dowry.]
Noticing the words "wedding dowry," Chu Liangxia suddenly laughed out loud.
She hadn't eaten lunch and felt a bit hungry. Chu Liangxia found her slippers and stood up, planning to go to the kitchen for some food, but her phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from Lang Lin.