Jiang Jingheng didn't take Mu Yan downstairs directly; instead, he brought her to his room.
Just like the first time Mu Yan entered Jiang Jingheng's room, the overall décor was black, white, and grey, looking particularly cold and lonely.
As the door opened, there was a faint warmth in the room, and the furnishings were meticulous, as if they hadn't been touched for a long time.
"In a couple of days, I'll have this room renovated," Jiang Jingheng suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Mu Yan looked at him in surprise.
"In the future, when you come home for dinner and are tired, you can rest in the room for a bit," Jiang Jingheng explained, "Of course, we won't live here."
Mu Yan smiled, "Since we won't live here, there's no need for such trouble."
"I don't want you to feel wronged."
