An An walked over and sat down beside him, "We have to pick the furniture ourselves when the time comes."
After speaking, she still felt a bit regretful. This was truly a new home with Lu Mingfei in a meaningful way, and naturally, she hoped to participate with him.
Thus, she let out a barely audible sigh.
Her sigh was subtle, but Zhuo Junyue, with his extraordinary hearing, couldn't miss it.
He put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at her, "What are you sighing about?"
An An was stunned. She was almost sighing internally, how did dad hear it?
An An pressed her lips, "Dad, Mingfei said he might be transferred back this year, but the transfer order doesn't know when it'll come through. I was just thinking that if he came back, we could pick out the furniture together. But it seems unlikely."
