"What bed?"
A reflexive question.
Clearly, those two haven't caught on yet.
Rong Zhi leaned against the spiral staircase, her voice indifferent, "Delivery."
Rong Meng was completely clueless.
Delivery, what delivery?
Ying Man suddenly remembered.
A while ago, Lu Zhao had sent two large boxes from the old mansion. She was doing SPA at the villa and was startled to see someone from the old mansion, only to find out it was Rong Zhi's stuff.
Upon opening, it was bed parts.
Rong Zhi sending a bed over for no reason, anyone naive would think the Rong Family was mistreating her, not allowing her accommodation.
Ying Man lost face in front of her friends, so she took charge of installing the bed. After the housekeeper left, she had the boxes thrown out.
She didn't feel it was excessive, it was just a bed, she could buy another.
Hearing Ying Man say she threw the bed away,
