Shen Yi took the initiative to speak with Qin Zhonghui. "Uncle Qin, my mom and I have to make a trip back to North City, but we'll be back before the twenty-third of the lunar month. In the meantime, could I trouble you to help look after my grandfather?"
The twenty-third of the lunar month was the Minor New Year in Ping'an Town, an occasion that was taken quite seriously. Neither Shen Yi nor Du Liya wanted the old man to spend it all alone, so they planned to rush back before then.
Qin Zhonghui agreed in a heartbeat. After spending this time together, his family already saw the old man as one of their own. All this talk about "troubling" them was making them sound like strangers.
Shen Yi was speaking to Qin Zhonghui, but with Qin Jiao sitting between them, she could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over her ear.
The tips of her normally fair ears flushed red.
