"Alright, we're off then!"
Shen Qiushan picked up his daughter Shen Yanran's suitcase and then gave his son Shen Yixiao a look: "Carry my suitcase!"
"Okay!"
Shen Yixiao pouted, picked up his dad's suitcase with one hand and his own with the other, silently thinking: Having a son is pretty much like having a laborer. I'll make sure Yaoyao gives me a son to do the heavy lifting in the future!
"Dad, we're leaving!"
Shen Qiushan gave a shout to his father sitting on the sofa, then led his children out the door.
The security door closed with a "bang."
The bustling living room suddenly became quiet, save for the coquettish "big brother" coming from the phone's streamer.
Old Shen suddenly felt irritated, the thrill from those long legs seeming diminished. He exited the streamer's room and first wandered into his grandson's room, which was a mess, with an unmade bed.
