The third floor also featured a spacious bedroom connected to an enormous walk-in closet. Ning's mother took one look inside and came out. "Just how many clothes would we need to buy to fill this all up?"
Mr. Ning felt much the same. This villa was truly not meant for ordinary folks.
They subsequently checked out the study, which was bright and impeccably clean. A large desk gave off a faint, woody fragrance, likely made of ebony. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, matching the desk's ebony wood. It was just a pity that they didn't currently hold a single book.
Returning to the main hall, Mr. Ning and Ning's mother felt a profound sense of unreality. "The living room alone is bigger than our entire apartment."
Mr. Ning patted the sofa beneath him, thinking that no one could argue with that. Though their garment factory was profitable, a year's earnings wouldn't even come close to buying a villa like this.
