Feng Xi, after finishing, recalled what Luo Qianqian had just said, unwillingly restored the room before coming out.
She looked disdainfully at the solid wood chair, waved her small hand to push it aside, sniffed the space, and shook her head: "Can't relax." Her eyes fixed straight on Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian was instantly infuriated: "What's up? Do you want to set up your throne in my house? If you do, I'll charge you, then turn around and sell it!"
That's gold! Gold! Its density and volume prove it's a massive thing, and it's covered with all sorts of gems that you can't even recognize, bringing it out here would ruin the floor, wouldn't it?
She seriously doubted whether the rebar could support it!
At this moment, the chopsticks in Luo Yanran's hand had already fallen onto the table, both he and Qin Nuan were looking at Feng Xi, drooling.
