The valuable calligraphy paintings had been replaced with cheap, Western-style oil paintings, and even the decorating style had changed.
He noticed piles of trash discarded around, and a strange smell assaulted his nostrils.
There was no need to overthink to know that Ariel was behind this.
"Young master, you're back. Ugh, all these changes were done by your wife's parents. I tried to stop them, but they didn't listen." Dai told him, his face filled with worry and sweat beading on his forehead.
He was at his wit's end, as the woman was too overbearing. Out of respect for his young master, he dared not confront her, and arguing was futile.
"I know. It's not your fault. Go and have your meal." Theophilus said indifferently, no longer caring about his room.
Of course, he wouldn't cause
