"Don't worry, it won't kill me."
Zhang Minghui's expression slightly changed as he threw out that line, suppressing his emotions, and stared intently at the screen.
On the sofa, Wen Ran caught a glimpse of Zhang Minghui with a frown and not looking too well, then shifted her gaze to Qingqing's delicate and fair face. Seeing her bright and charming smile, the smile in Wen Ran's eyes became even more tender.
"Alright, let's move in this afternoon. Although Ziyi hasn't told you to move back in, he's been thinking about it since you returned to the country."
"Aunt Wen, really?"
Qin Qingqing blinked playfully.
Wen Ran's eyes were gentle. "Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, ask him when he comes in."
"Sister Qingqing, cousin is here, ask him quickly."
Nearby, Wen Qinghuan, sharp-eyed, saw Mo Ziye and Mo Xiuchen walking in from the entrance and immediately shouted loudly.
