An hour later, Ruan Xingwen and Little Yuan finally collapsed comfortably on the sofa in Ruan Xingwen's house.
"Xing Xing, why don't you get a bigger sofa? This one is too small," Little Yuan suggested.
Ruan Xingwen also felt that the sofa at home was a bit small. It was okay for two people, but there was no place to sit if more people came over.
But he didn't have to spend money on a new sofa because he could now live in a bigger house, which was fully renovated.
"Not for now. By the way, we didn't finish our conversation at the café earlier."
Little Yuan immediately perked up, "Xing Xing, can you let me see God Ze~~~"
A decisive girl who handles things swiftly was now softening her voice for a game card, and Ruan Xingwen instantly felt numb all over.
"Stop!" Ruan Xingwen quickly raised a hand to halt Little Yuan's out-of-character behavior.
"I'll show you. Don't torture me like this."
