Just as he thought about it, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching outside the room.
"Husband, the loft in the backyard is really nice, can I live there?"
"Of course, as long as you like it...!"
Qin Changqing looked down at the 'stolen goods' in his hands, hurriedly stuffing it into his storage bag.
The next second, Murong Xue walked in.
"Husband, what were you saying just now?"
"No-nothing." Qin Changqing forced a smile, "Just choose the room you like, there's plenty of space here."
"Mm." Murong Xue smiled faintly, then suddenly noticed the bedding and mosquito net on the bed, looking a bit surprised, "Huh? Does someone live here?"
"It might be some homeless guy who borrowed the place." Qin Changqing went over, rolled up the bedding and said, "But starting from today, this is our home, and we'll not allow any uninvited outsiders."
"Where are you taking that stuff, husband?"
"Of course, I'm throwing it away."
"Let me do it."