Jasmine rang the doorbell at nine o'clock, making Irish think she was walking around under her stairs when she first had spoken on the phone.
She looked very happy that day. After entering the door, she sat on the sofa in the living room and began to look around. Her mouth always clicked. "It's still you young people who are bold. It has only been a few days, well, and the decoration style has changed. What style is that? Magic?"
Irish was in pain when she heard her comment, she rushed forward to block Jasmine from looking around, smiling, "What would you like to drink? Or eat some fruits?"
Growing up in New York as a child, she watched how her neighbors were picky among tenants. Now she had almost made a big change to the decoration of the entire room, although she had already said that to Jasmine. But she was still worried that she would suddenly change her mind and ask for the money.
