"Xiaoyu."
The appearance of the old lady upstairs made Chen feel utterly creeped out, "She must be the one the manager was talking about, the one with mental issues. Don't pay any attention to her."
"... Okay."
After a brief silence and making deep eye contact with the old lady, Chen Yu led his family upstairs.
Upon reaching the third floor, he pointed to doors 301 and 302, arranging, "Dad, Mom. You and my sister can stay in 301, I'll stay in 302. That way I won't disturb you during my night practices."
"Son, are we going to live here long-term?" Ms. Chen hesitated.
"For now, it can only be like this." Chen Yu nodded.
"That's quite nice." Chen chuckled, "It's much better than our old place in Qingcheng."
Ms. Chen opened her mouth, seeming to want to say something.
But in the end, she swallowed her words back down.
