"Cough!"
Cheng Shang coughed at the doorway, drawing the attention of the two sisters in the room.
Cheng Zhiwei glanced over and continued to pack.
"Dad, is something the matter?" Cheng Zhiyin asked.
Cheng Shang felt somewhat uneasy inside, but his expression remained composed, dignified even, "Your mom thinks it's best if you bring the kids to live at our place."
"The house has already been prepared, your mother and I are retired and don't have much to do—perfect to help you with them." As Cheng Shang spoke, his words flowed more smoothly, the awkwardness vanished, "I see the children are almost three, about time for kindergarten. Your mother and I could pick them up and drop them off, no need for you to worry."
Cheng Zhiwei, adopting a defensive stance, intentionally hesitated, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you and mom?"
In reality, she had long been prepared to move back, since Guo Cuihua had initially suggested taking care of the children.
