“Sure,” Remy said.

Elisa asked, “Mr. Johnson, your family lives in a manor too, right?”

Remy hummed and responded, “Ms. Stone, call me Remy. We’ll be neighbors soon, so there’s no need for us to act like strangers. A near neighbor is better than a distant relative.”

“Alright, but you shouldn’t call me Ms. Stone either. In your words, there’s no need for neighbors to act like strangers. You can call me Elisa.”

Remy smiled and continued, “Our family’s old house is also a manor, similar to that of Mr. York’s family. Ours is called FC Manor.”

He looked at the scenery in front of them and said to Elisa, “It looks like Old Mrs. York and my grandma have similar tastes and preferences. They’re from the same era and have the same aesthetic standard. FC Manor and Wildridge Manor are quite similar.”

If he had to point out a difference between the two manors, it would be that FC Manor was slightly bigger.

Elisa also looked at her surroundings. “I used to dream of living here. It’s qu