Wen Fucheng had someone cut a hole in the ceiling of Ying Jing's bedroom.
And installed a retractable ladder.
This operation left Ying Jing stunned for a while.
She couldn't believe it and touched the ladder with her hand, stepping on it a couple of times to go up.
It was quite sturdy.
"Can you tell me how you managed to pull this off with such big tools and not make a sound?"
"There's definitely a difference between spending a thousand and ten thousand on a hole."
The tools were more advanced.
Ying Jing was at a loss for words.
Wen Fucheng offered politely. "Would you like to go up and take a look?"
"Is that okay?"
"Why not?" he retorted. It was clearly meant for her.
Ying Jing climbed up the ladder with Wen Fucheng following her. As they left, he checked if the door was locked and closed the wardrobe door.
The fourth floor opened up into a bright space.
The hall was large, without the many rooms of the floors below.
It seemed more like an activity area.
