"Is there really even a phone?" Tang Yue looked at the phone and before she was done looking, she called Lian Qingyang.
"Sister Xiao Yue."
Lian Qingyang had been keeping an eye on the phone these last few days. As soon as it rang, he picked it up, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, how is it? Are you satisfied with the house?"
"I am satisfied. It's just a house not meant for long-term living. The things you've stocked up are too much." Tang Yue looked around the room, the appliances were there, and even the soft sofas she liked to sit on every day, sitting on them was extremely comfortable.
