It was another weekend. Aunt Chen had taken a few days off to go home because her daughter had given birth. In the snatched leisure of this busy stretch, Zhou Xiaozheng quietly observed Ping'an's mood for a few days, planning to take advantage of the absence of outsiders to have a heart-to-heart talk with the children.
So that afternoon, the whole family gathered in the study on the first floor.
Whenever there was serious business, they entered the study; imperceptibly, this had become a family rule. Even the twins, who were used to being brought to the study by Zhou Xiaozheng for instruction, reined in their casualness, obediently dragging over their little stools to sit.
Zhou Xiaozheng looked at the three brothers lined up in a row, primed for battle, their big damp eyes fixed on him. "No need to be so serious."
That was what he said, but his stiff face and eyes devoid of any smile were still seen clearly by the twins, who didn't dare relax in the slightest.
