When people grow old, they really become just like children.
Yin Shixiu returned home, and the two elderly members of the Yin Family refused to go live in the Shan Family's courtyard.
The house in the community, although not small, did seem a bit cramped with eight people living in it.
"It's fine, your dad and I promise not to bother you, you just need to take care of our meals and sleeping arrangements."
Yin Shixiu, sitting in a wheelchair, was about to head out to Anhe Private Hospital. Hearing his mother say this, he couldn't help but feel amused and puzzled at the same time.
Not long ago, just four months earlier, words like these would never have come out of Zhou Mengqin's mouth.
"Mom, it really is cramped. I'll have someone clean up the Yin Mansion today. With any luck, we can move back by next week, just another week's time..."
"Yes, just a week. We can squeeze a little, right! Haha."
Yin Shaohui said hurriedly.
