Late September.
Chen Pingsheng's family officially started their moving plan.
It wasn't anything grandiose.
Just the three kids, and pretty much everything that needed to be taken was taken.
Aside from Er Piya being lifeless, slumped in her seat like a corpse, everyone else was quite looking forward to it.
The main reason Er Piya lacked spirits was her disdain for the mere one hundred and eighty square meters of the house—too small for her liking.
It wasn't enough for her to mess around.
Besides, with her sister's room right next door, if she made noise at night, she'd definitely be on the receiving end of a knuckle sandwich.
At meal times, there was no longer a small tablet at her beck and call to order air-freighted seafood at will, nor a chilled watermelon fed to her mouth by the nanny.
What's there to look forward to in this small day?
Er Piya believed she was really a bit too miserable; after all, her sister had lived in a rental for a few years.
