Jian Yufei thought Junqi was just slow to react. Ruan Tianling suspected Junqi was often daydreaming, so he needed to call him more than once to get his attention.
Obediently, Junqi picked up the clothes and handed them to him.
The neatly folded clothes were messed up by him, but Ansel didn't mind. When he put them away, he folded them again.
"Junqi, the clothes in this cabinet are yours, and the ones in that cabinet are mine. But you can wear my clothes. If there's something you like, just take it and wear it; don't be shy with me, okay?"
Ansel rambled on, while Jian Yufei stood at the door, watching his grown-up demeanor with a gratified smile on her face.
Ansel glanced sideways and saw her. He jumped down from the chair: "Mommy, I've sorted out Junqi's luggage, so you don't have to worry."
"I didn't expect you to be so sensible." Jian Yufei approached and lovingly stroked his head.
