"It looks like it can’t be fixed." Ran Xiangsi furrowed her brows, her tone a bit sad, seeming very attached to these things.
Xing Chen walked over slowly from behind and heard Ran Xiangsi’s regretful words.
Ping’an hadn’t noticed Xing Chen coming, and upon hearing Ran Xiangsi, volunteered an idea, "Young Madam, the studio is ready. If you can’t bear to part with these things, why not move them to the studio?"
Ran Xiangsi was initially very upset, as these computers had accompanied her for a long time. However, as soon as she heard about the studio, she immediately got excited and hurriedly asked Ping’an, "A studio? My studio is ready?"
"Yes." Ping’an nodded, seeing Ran Xiangsi so excited with a bit of confusion, "Didn’t the Young Master tell you? The Young Master did a lot for this studio, he..."
"Ping’an, don’t talk too much." Xing Chen’s cold voice came from behind, timely stopping what Ping’an was about to say.
Ping’an paused and quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Young Master, I overstepped."
The Young Master always disliked them talking too much, how could he forget that?
Ran Xiangsi didn’t care what Ping’an was about to say; she only knew that the studio seemed to be a reality now. Seeing Xing Chen here, she quickly asked, "Is it true? My studio is ready?"
Xing Chen looked back and saw Ran Xiangsi’s large eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement and agitation, his heart softened a bit, "Follow me." The source of this content ɪs NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
He said, then turned and walked out the door.
Ran Xiangsi was stunned for a moment before reacting and quickly following.
It wasn’t until both of them had left that Ping’an looked back at the pile of computers and shook his head helplessly.
Looks like they need to find someone to move these things again...
The night wind of the evening was incredibly quiet.
Xing Chen had his hands in his trouser pockets, walking handsomely ahead.
His legs were long, even though he wasn’t walking very fast, Ran Xiangsi still had to run a few steps to catch up.
The two walked side by side, with occasional passing servants respectfully greeting them, "Young Master, Young Madam."
Being called , Ran Xiangsi felt a bit awkward, not quite used to it.
But Xing Chen seemed to take it in stride, as he had grown up with such treatment.
Xing Chen’s villa was at the front, while the villa prepared for Ran Xiangsi was at the back, about thirty meters apart.
Ran Xiangsi sneaked a small glance at him, "Actually, you could have just asked Ping’an to bring me over, you didn’t need to come in person."
Although she wasn’t afraid of him, she felt somewhat nervous and unnatural when they were alone.
"Don’t you want to thank me in person?" he casually threw out, already walking into another villa.
Ran Xiangsi paused; her slightly tense heart instantly relaxed.
Well, so he brought her here just for a personal thank you?
Indeed, he is a cunning egotist!
Muttering to herself, Ran Xiangsi still followed him.
As soon as she walked into the living room, she was stunned by everything in front of her...
Ran Xiangsi couldn’t help but gasp!
The studio she had imagined was just a small room of at most thirty square meters, with five or six computers randomly placed inside.
Who could tell her what was going on with the enormous space of over three hundred square meters in front of her?