Song Ci watched the couple exchange glances, a flash of suspicion in his eyes.
"What else is there that you're hesitating to say?"
Song Zhiqing glared at Madam Lu, then turned carefully to speak: "Mother, I was thinking that Yu Hang is warm and good for nurturing people. Considering Yi'er's condition, I thought it might be best to send them back to the old home in Yu Hang to be raised."
At this, Song Ci placed the teacup heavily on the tea table, her old face clouded with cold fury.
"What? Send the twins back to the old home in Yu Hang?" Her tone carried a hint of anger.
Song Zhiqing forced a smile: "Yes, the old home is now well-maintained, it's pleasant all year round, and it would be good for their recovery."
