The next morning, when Katie woke up, it was already half past seven. She checked the time and quickly changed clothes, and washed up for fear of being late for work.
When she walked out of the bedroom, she found that there were the most precious and soft carpets paved from the corridor, to the stairs, and even to the living room and dining room. Even the handrails of the stairs were covered with soft and thick tapestries, leaving no edges and corners.
Seriously? Nate had always liked the floor that was spotless and smooth like a mirror and hated the soft carpets underfoot. Besides, it was only mid-autumn, and the floor was not cold, so there was no need to start laying carpets.
She asked in confusion, "Alex, what's going on?"
"Mrs. Anderson, Master Nate heard that women are more likel
