Several rattan chairs stood in the fresh, elegant living room, simple and clear, yet possessing a distinctive charm. Du Feng and the others sat or reclined as they chatted. Two pots of pothos sat beside the transparent crystal windows. Wan Ling stood there curiously tugging at the two cords of a roller blind, studying them as she repeatedly pulled one side up and let it down.
Mu Tianjiao leaned against a round-backed rattan chair, her hands feeling along the armrests as she chuckled. "The simple furnishings in this living room reveal such uniquely ingenious elegance. It is truly rare. I wonder which refined gentleman arranged it?"
"Ingenious elegance?" Huo Yunlong propped up his upper body from the slightly springy rattan chair, looked around, and laughed. "A few cheap rattan chairs in an empty living room count as elegance? Forgive my poor eye, but I really cannot see it. Still, this is the first time I have noticed how comfortable these rattan chairs are. They are not so hard, and they are breathable too."
Du Feng rolled his eyes at him and shook his head slightly. "Didn't you notice that the moment you entered this place, your whole body felt much more relaxed?"
"Er..." Huo Yunlong looked at himself and realized that he had somehow reclined without noticing. He immediately climbed back up and sat properly, smiling awkwardly. "It does seem to be so."
"This is called artistic conception. It gives guests the feeling of being at home. You would not understand even if I explained it." Du Feng waved a hand dismissively. Mu Tianjiao could not help smiling radiantly. Huo Yunlong glared, wanting to argue further, but then he saw Yue Qianchou bringing two people upstairs.
Yue Qianchou walked to the middle of the group and pointed at the two