Su Wan smiled, "No, just a minor tweak."
Luo Manya looked around skeptically.
Although she had only been here once, she remembered it being as cold as a laboratory.
But now, the roses in the garden were fiery red and delicate.
The beige furniture looked so soft, and the artificial breeze brushed past the tasseled curtains, gently swaying them.
Ah, this finally feels like a home!
What was it before?
Luo Manya's fondness for Su Wan had skyrocketed, even surpassing her affection for her husband!
She was already a meticulous and gentle person, and the conversation that followed was very pleasant.
Just last night, Su Wan had made some pastries for Mr. Leng and Mr. G and had some leftover, which she now brought out.
She also had the household robot make some fruit tea and invited Luo Manya and her attendants to afternoon tea.
Everyone ate and chatted together.
Lin Ranyue was also there, occasionally offering some suggestions.