In response to the master's query, Fang Cheng laughed and casually replied:
"A friend asked me to store it here; he runs a seafood business downstairs and doesn't have enough space."
This reasoning made sense to the workers, who nodded with smiles without overthinking it.
They had just exerted considerable effort to perfectly fit this immense object into the reserved spot in the kitchen.
Then, the bed, wardrobe, cabinets, tables and chairs, sofa, bookshelf...
One by one, brand-new pieces of furniture were moved into the empty house, settling into their designated places.
The bare and echoing shell of a room was gradually filled with these items, slowly acquiring the warmth and outline of a "home."
Over half an hour later, everything was in place.
Fang Cheng promptly settled the remaining payment and saw off the sweaty workers.
Click.
With the faint sound of the lock cylinder turning, the heavy security door was gently closed.
The room instantly became exceptionally quiet.
