Lin Nianhe felt like she might be suffering from "Fifth Madam syndrome."
Everyone seemed to look like...
She cleared her throat, lowered her gaze to avoid Lu Zai's eyes, and stepped inside.
As soon as she saw the furnishings inside, Lin Nianhe's confusion temporarily moved aside.
This... this... this room...
The living room was the same as when she first came, as if even the creases in the cushions had not changed; the dining room, however, had undergone significant changes—the solid wood dining table was covered with a bed sheet, and even the two chairs had protective covers.
The delicate furniture paired with the worn-out bed sheets made for a very surreal combination.
She subconsciously glanced at Lu Zai.
Only then did she realize he wasn't wearing slippers, just socks.
Lin Nianhe was a bit baffled: "What's going on here?"
Lu Zai scratched his head and said with a shy smile, "My mom was worried about scratching the furniture."
