Seeing the interrogative tone in Mrs. Cai's voice, Cai Gen Sheng and Cai Jinbao both looked anxious and as if they were looking at a fool. A myriad of grievances and helplessness surged in Cai Baoqin's heart: "Mom, this is Jianjun's and my choice, what's the point of getting so worked up?"
"Am I not getting worked up for your sake?" Cai Zhaodi warily glanced at the door, then cautiously locked it, "Are you out of your mind? Why move out of such a big house? Aren't you just handing it over for nothing to your eldest uncle and that widow of an aunt?"
"The old man is still alive. The house is his, and he can give it to whoever he wants in the future. Besides, there's nothing wrong with us moving out."
