Wen Ruan raised her head and approached her grandma, saying, "Grandma, you should go lie down on the bed for a while."
"It's fine, it's fine, I'll just sit for a bit. This old body, nothing I do is nimble anymore," she replied.
After some flustered activity,
everyone settled down in the master bedroom's lounge area.
They chatted sporadically about trivial matters.
Glances often strayed towards the briefcase in Wen Ruan's arms.
The atmosphere became somewhat delicate for a moment.
Though Tang Song still wore his usual calm and gentle expression, the others found it hard to maintain their earlier composure.
Sun Jie whispered, "Sister, when are you moving? Mingfeng and I are both free, just give us a shout and we'll come help out. Though I'm pregnant, I can still help sort out the clothes."
Qian Mingfeng nodded vigorously, saying, "Exactly, just call on me, sister."
Unbeknownst to them, their forms of address had changed.
