Mother and son had just sat down on the sofa and barely spoken for a few minutes when the little child started getting fussy.
So Mrs. Zhen had no choice but to run to the bedroom to soothe the child, leaving Zhen Yan alone on the sofa for a while, before he finally stood up and knocked on his sister's door.
"What's the matter now?!" Zhen Yu opened the door and let her brother into the bedroom, asking.
Zhen Yan didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "Mom's stuff is a bit too much; she and Aunt Li together can't carry it all!"
"Then just wait for the people to arrive and mail the rest! Don't you know which way the post office doors open?!"
"Ah!" Zhen Yan suddenly realized. "Right! We can mail it! Look at my brain, it's all rusted!"
Zhen Yu rolled her eyes at her brother!
"I think so too! With you in this state, I really doubt your ability to manage an internet cafe in the Capital!"
Zhen Yan fell silent.
