"Don't we still have a storeroom at home? If we clear out the stuff in there, it could totally serve as a resting room. My bedroom can be used by her..."
"Wait, what are you talking about?!"
Lin Xingjie who was at the side got a bit anxious.
"It's okay, it's okay." Xu Xiangyang's attitude was quite calm, "Actually, I even find that small room more comfortable. When I was young, I always slept in the closet, and because of this, I was often beaten by my parents."
"That's, that's not the same, right?"
"What's the difference, I don't mind at all, so just drop it."
"..."
Seemingly touched by the word "when I was young," Li Qinglian's gaze became distant, and she didn't speak. It wasn't until the boy in front of her tentatively asked again:
"Sister, is that okay?"
Li Qinglian came back to her senses, subconsciously touched her ponytail, and looked at her whimsical brother with a bit of distress as she asked:
"Who suggested this? The child's parents?"
"No, it was my own idea."
