"Move to a villa?" Zhao Yahui was somewhat embarrassed to listen to her daughter's words.

"If you think it's inconvenient..." Xiaoxiao also knew that if her mother lived in the past, she would feel very inconvenient. She really did not want to embarrass her mother.

Zhao Yahui looked down at the whistling sky in her arms, then sighed: "Jiaqi is still in the intensive care unit, and flying eyes are invisible. If you go back to Shao's house, your aunt Ren will certainly want to take care of you, and she certainly can't rest well. Since she put forward it, I'll go back with you." Anyway, there's only one month...