Lin Nianhe seriously corrected their perspective—she was definitely not the first to measure gold by the ton.
"Alright, alright, you are the first one I've met, okay?"
"Exactly, we need to be precise."
Lin Nianhe, while cracking sunflower seeds, asked: "So do you guys really want to buy a house? If so, I can ask my dad if there's a suitable one."
Wen Lan, finishing her last bite of food, said: "Compared to a house, I really need a bicycle right now."
"Good point, I need one too."
"I also need a heated brick bed table."
"I want a bookshelf, I really need one."
"Don't you feel that we just don't have enough cabinets?"
"I want..."
"Ah, if only Second Uncle Li were here, he could make anything..."
Somehow, the house buying discussion evolved into a discussion of buying everything and missing Second Uncle Li.
Nine o'clock at night.
The phone at Ten Miles Team suddenly rang.
