Zhou Ting's tone was unquestionable: "They're getting older, and don't have many good days left to enjoy. Life is short and should be celebrated, so why not let the old couple live comfortably and with dignity? Besides, your current neighborhood is very noisy, the community is bustling, it won't be convenient for me to go back with you. Moving to a villa will enhance personal privacy."
Huang Xiaojue said calmly: "Do as you see fit."
Zhou Ting was blunt: "That's settled then. Actually, I've already told your mother about the move. By now, the movers have probably transported all their important belongings to the villa..."
She wasn't consulting with him or seeking his opinion; she was directly delivering an ultimatum.
Sure enough, Huang Xiaojue's phone rang. It was his mother's voice, excited: "Son, when do you have time? Your dad and I have already moved into the new house, it was Zhou Ting who arranged for people to help us move, this place is really beautiful..."
