Qin Minglang didn't want to trouble the Qi Family, so he said, "No problem, if it's too cold in your room during winter, brother, you can move to my place. It's just as warm."
"Who wants to live with you in the same room?"
Yin Cheng immediately widened his eyes, "I have so many young disciples, can't I live with any of them instead of with an old fellow like you?"
"Brother..."
Qin Minglang was helpless.
Qi Quanjin saw the stance and knew Mr. Yin was about to start his daily routine of disliking his junior brother again, so he quickly said, "Mr. Yin is right. Let those lads look up to you in winter, and you'll be comfortable, which is good for everyone."
"Humph!"
Yin Cheng snorted, "You're good at talking, kid."
Qi Quanjin and Qin Minglang exchanged glances, both feeling somewhat amused yet helpless.
With the agreement of the two gentlemen, Qi Quanjin promptly went back to the main house to deliver the news.
From the next day, the family started getting busy.
