Yun Zhijuan didn't notice Lu Mian's mood, reaching out to touch her hair with one hand and pinching her philtrum with the other.
"Don't tell me you haven't moved out?"
Yun Zhishu calmly shook her head, "No."
"Ah!!!"
Yun Zhijuan deflated like a balloon and collapsed onto the chair, feeling sorry for the precious antiques that had been ignored by her sister, feeling sorry for the ancestors of the Yun Family who had spent generations amassing their wealth.
The Yun Family had good conditions in the past, and their ancestors had a hobby of collecting and appraising items, handing them down generation after generation, so their wealth had accumulated more and more.
Especially with antiques, the longer they are kept, the more valuable they become.
In the past, it didn't seem like much, but looking back now, the investment vision of the Yun Family ancestors really was superb.
