Meng Chuyue, "..."
She didn't understand the world of the wealthy.
Today was quite the eye-opener.
Sister Xiang led her to the second floor, pointing at a row of rooms on the east side, "All of these are empty; you can choose any one you like."
Meng Chuyue opened one to look inside and discovered that the layout was that of a one-bedroom, one-living room, and one-bathroom apartment style, but without a kitchen. She said, "It doesn't matter which one, but are there any with kitchens? I'd like to cook for myself."
"The one on the far end has a kitchen, but it's empty inside and needs to be furnished, so you'll have to eat lunch with us today."
Under someone else's roof, even without a kitchen, Meng Chuyue couldn't do much about it, so she was quite content and nodded happily, "Okay."
Although she was always ready to leave, Meng Chuyue didn't want to get too involved here, preferring to do things on her own whenever possible.
