Lu Fan followed her out and stood beside her, smiling. "So? What do you think?"
Jiang Yixia frowned. "It's too big. It wouldn't be comfortable to live in."
"How is being too big not comfortable?" Lu Fan chuckled.
"It's so big that it feels empty. Your voice echoes when you talk." As she spoke, Jiang Yixia walked to the window to look out at the Zhujiang River. "Won't you get lonely, living in such a big house all by yourself?"
Lu Fan looked at her, silent for two seconds, before smiling. "Then I won't be living here alone."
Jiang Yixia froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at him.
Lu Fan looked back at her, a smile in his eyes, but also something else—something earnest and gentle.
Jiang Yixia's heart skipped a beat. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to admire the scenery outside.
"In any case, I don't like it," she said stubbornly.
The saleswoman stood to the side, glancing between Lu Fan and Jiang Yixia with a professional smile, careful not to interrupt.
