Jiang Nian listened and didn't comment.
The old couple was like this, sometimes handling small matters. They'd lend a hand with big issues but never meddled unnecessarily.
Since he became financially independent, they basically said nothing.
"Furniture..." Xu Qianqian didn't immediately reply, just said, "Uncle, we still need to think about it."
"Alright." Old Jiang nodded with a smile.
He didn't say much, like reminding them buying furniture earlier helps with ventilation. Once the formaldehyde dissipates, they can move in — nagging stuff like that.
In private, there's no harm in urging his son a little.
If it's his daughter-in-law, it's enough to show respect. Bringing it up occasionally fulfills the duty of concern.
Back home.
The two ladies carried their things, visiting Jiang Nian's place first. They chatted with Li Hongmei before heading home next door late at night.
Upon entering, the house was clean.
