Zhang Yan was particularly excited, "Feifei! Isn't this the 'dream little house' we three used to talk about every day back then?"
They had once fantasized about having a house with an attic where they could read, chat, sing, and play the piano...
Now, it had actually been realized by Lin Feifei.
"Yes, I specially hired someone to decorate it," Lin Feifei proudly raised her eyebrows.
Cheng Xiaoyue joked, "Alright, Miss Lin, your tail is practically wagging now. Yanyan, she's a rich woman, not in the same class as us."
Zhang Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yeah, indeed."
During university, Lin Feifei didn't really seem wealthy, just ordinary.
But near graduation, they learned that Lin Feifei's family had a lot of land due to urban renewal, with five shops and several houses.
She could easily live at ease.
After the three long-unseen good friends had some fun in the attic.
They moved to the terrace and got busy around the grill.
