Feng Qingxue helplessly held her forehead, watching several boys uniformly dressed in new clothes and shoes, managing their buzzcuts, and proudly descending the stairs with Lu Jiang, except Zhuangzhuang who wore a sports outfit that looked oversized under a down jacket.
Fubao was planning the arrangement of her room and originally didn't want to go out, but was dragged out by Ye Yan.
"Dear Fubao, at least familiarize yourself with the surroundings!"
Upon hearing Ye Yan's words, Fubao did not object.
With peace and quiet, Feng Qingxue was in no hurry to go downstairs and first went to check her son's room, finding it tidied up nicely, with basins, toiletries, and a luggage bag containing clothes and toys stashed under the bed. Though towels and toothbrushes in enamel mugs were not neatly arranged, their good daily habits were apparent. The writing desk was empty, only holding enamel mugs for drinking water and Zhuangzhuang's harmonica for now.
