Guan Lei was momentarily stunned but quickly became annoyed with himself. When he had tidied up the room, he had merely thought about how he could make Shen Xi more comfortable. He forgot about the persona he had built up in Shen Xi's eyes.
Pursing his lips, he slowly moved to the sofa. Once seated cosily, he said, "It's my family. My family collects second-hand items, and we're mostly responsible for removing things the rich don't want anymore. This sofa, for instance, is something my father collected the other day. Seeing it was still quite new, I decided to move it here."
Shen Xi's tone betrayed her scepticism. "Oh, is that so?"
Guan Lei's expression turned serious. Then, he pointed to a scratch on the sofa and said, "Of course, it's true. If you don't believe me, look at this scratch. Those wealthy people don't want it because of this scratch."
Guan Lei spoke frankly as if he was not the one who had just scratched the sofa.
