Looking at the single suitcase and cardboard box in front of her, Mei Yinan suddenly felt that Mei Mengchen looked pretty pitiful, "Chenchen's lived at home for so long, how come that's all his stuff?"
"That's a lot already."
It actually was quite a bit, considering he'd lived there for a whole year—two boxes were already not bad. If you looked closely, Fan Tianyu's stuff at home wouldn't even fill a suitcase.
But Mei Yinan didn't care about that, anyway. Besides, her son didn't even live at home.
Looking at Mei Mengchen, who was about to leave, she couldn't say she really felt reluctant—after all, Fan Hongwei was about to retire this year. His birthday was at the end of September, which meant three months later he'd be retired.
Fan Tianyu had already told the two of them a long time ago that, once retired, he'd settle down in Jiangcheng. If they wanted to keep the house here, they could; otherwise, they could just sell it. In any case, they could do as they liked.
