Before this, Gu Ningyue never thought that one day she would return here on behalf of the original owner.
Nor did she ever think that one day Ling Tianyou, whose mere footstep could make City A tremble thrice, would be with her cleaning up this heavily destroyed room.
"It's the first time I've seen you doing chores," Gu Ningyue remarked, with one hand inconveniently busy as Ling Tianyou comes over to straighten a fallen chair for her: "Thank you."
Ling Tianyou's face shows little expression, but his voice is unexpectedly gentle: "Before moving out of the Ling Family's ancestral house, I used to do some chores too."
He rarely mentions those times.
Gu Ningyue suddenly grew interested, "Wasn't living at home very good? Your parents seemed to treat you well."
The last time she went back, Mr. Ling was stern, but it was evident he treated both sons well.
Especially Mrs. Ling, who was kind and sensible; just looking at her made people feel warm.
