Han Xiayang didn't stay long before he got up to say goodbye; he could only leave because of the phone call urging him from downstairs. As he was about to go down, he muttered, "Obviously, the equipment and environment on the tenth floor are the best, yet those people insist that the fewer people, the less lively it is, and want to go downstairs to join the crowd."
Lin Mubai casually responded to his remark, "You can come and hang out anytime."
"Really."
"Yeah, my wife said so."
The first thing his wife said upon returning upstairs tonight was, "From now on, if they want to come play, they can just come upstairs. There's no need to squeeze in with those people downstairs. After all, when I designed the top floor, it was meant for hosting friends, and I never have many friends."
Han Xiayang felt very touched after hearing this: "Nannan is still the best, still the best; I must convey this to those bastards downstairs."
