"How about this, Qianqian is about to start kindergarten. Let her stay here for school, and I'll take care of her," the Old Lady suggested airily, as if making idle conversation.
Bo Shuxian didn't think elsewhere, he indeed traveled often for work, rarely returning here, and Zhou Zining was also busy with her job. He had long thought about bringing Qianqian over for the Old Lady to take care of, which would also serve to cherish his presence.
But before he could agree, Zhou Zining suddenly became agitated, "No, Qianqian can't stay here!"
"Zining?" Bo Shuxian pulled her back, and Zhou Zining glared at him angrily.
The Old Lady frowned and retorted, "What do you mean? Would I harm Qianqian?"
Zhou Zining's heart skipped a beat, and her expression became unnatural, "Qianqian is still young, she might disturb you. It's better if I take care of her for a few more years."
