His bed was gone, and so was the bookshelf that had been with him for years.
The entire room was empty.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
Ling Zhiwei slammed his bag down, his voice trembling with anger.
"This is my actual bedroom! Not some temporary storage closet! How can you just get rid of it? No matter how cute Shanshan is, you can't just do whatever you want!"
"Fourth Brother, it's really not my fault..."
Shanshan stood in a corner of the living room, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress. Her eyes were teary, and she looked utterly wronged.
"I-I told them not to move anything last night. I don't have many things, so I could have made do in another room. But Grandpa and Grandma insisted on clearing this room for me. They said a child needs sunlight and ventilation, and that a south-facing room downstairs was the best... I couldn't stop them."
She pressed her lips together and secretly lowered her head to hide a smile.
'Her heart felt so warm, though.'
