The residence of the Lord was a detached three-story villa, complete with a large garden in the front.
All the flowers in the garden had withered, leaving bare branches behind, creating a rather bleak scene.
"Why not plant some plum blossoms?"
"Why bother with those?" Lord Jun scoffed, "But if you like, go ahead and plant whatever you desire."
"I just thought that a garden without flowers in winter seemed like a waste."
"Plant whatever you like, I'll be living on the first floor. Choose any room you wish on any other floor and settle in. You can change the decoration if you don't like it."
From now on, this would be her home and she shouldn't tread so gingerly.
Reading between the lines, Ye Ranran graced her face with a genuine smile: "Mm, I understand, thank you, Grandpa."
"Don't thank me too soon. Don't think just because you call me grandpa, I'll treat you as my real granddaughter."
"I'm aware. I'll recognize my place, grandpa. You don't need to worry."