An Yiqing naturally stayed in Gu Yelin's former room. The room was very clean, surely someone came to clean it every day. Unlike the cold, hard lines of modernity, this room was full of an antique charm, and the large carved wooden bed made An Yiqing not want to get up once she lay down.
This is a genuine antique! A priceless treasure!
Gu Yelin came out of the bathroom and saw An Yiqing snuggled in the bedding, her eyes twinkling mischievously like a little fox.
"What are you thinking?" He walked over and scooped her into his arms.
"I'm thinking about how much this carved bed would sell for," An Yiqing said without hiding a thing, her eyes curved with a smile.
Gu Yelin adored this foxy little look of hers. Peeking her pink lips, he said, "Over a hundred million should be possible. This house has quite a few antiques like this. If you like, we can take them all with us when we leave."
Take them all? An Yiqing blinked, wouldn't Cousin Yulin cry to death?
