The next morning, Zhang Guoqing, who had received the decree, gleefully began to pack two large bags of luggage for the child. This guy was so thrilled to be with his son that he seemed to forget that they, as a couple, had neither the time nor the energy to accompany the child long-term.
Zhou Jiao watched him in high spirits and shook her head speechlessly. When will these two big bags be used? Wouldn't moving be better? One might not even know if Ping'an had suffered some great grievance.
"No need to bring blankets. He'll sleep with us."
"Just one set of clothes for changing is enough."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, "Bring more, once they're dirty, Aunt Chen can wash them when we bring them back, saves you from washing clothes in the cold winter."
"Sure, do as you see fit, just don't make it too conspicuous."
