Xia Zhao drove Mu Chenyan back to his place. Even though Mu Chenyan had been here plenty of times, she still felt different this time around. As for what was this different feeling, she couldn't really tell for now. Anyway, there was no point in dwelling over it.
Stepping inside this clean home, Mu Chenyan looked around and couldn't help messing with him. "Zhao, you said this is our home now, right?"
Xia Zhao put his keys away and not knowing what she had on mind, he still nodded his head in response, "Yes."
"This means, I have the equal right on this house as you, right?"
"Obviously," he answered. "But why do you ask that?"
"Since it's my house too, I can change how it looks, right?"
Xia Zhao's steps paused when he heard that and finally understood what she had in mind. She was up to no good again. He looked at his house which he decorated minimally. He decorated it the way he was comfortable with. But would he dare to refuse her? Not at all!
