Chen Song quickly intervened, "There's no need. Your mother and I will only be here a day or two before we move out."
Chen Wanqing and Mrs. Zhao both grew anxious.
"There's a perfectly good place right here. Where would you move to?"
"Please, don't treat us like strangers," Mrs. Zhao said. "This house was bought by Qing'er; Jing didn't contribute a thing. It's only right for you to live in your own daughter's house."
Seeing their misunderstanding, Chen Song was about to explain, but Xu Su Ying cut in. "It's not that we're trying to be formal," she said. "The government office promoted your father. The Lord Prefect thinks very highly of him and has even assigned us a courtyard home."
Chen Wanqing, Mrs. Zhao, Xiang'er, and all the nearby maids and old servants were completely stunned.
"Is it true?"
"How could it be fake?"
