Like Du Hong, Ou Jun's expression turned very sour when he heard Xia Chuyi's words.
Some people suffer greatly from the loss of a dear one, while others hardly cherish the kinship by their side.
Ou Jun's face grew dark, and after a while, he finally spoke, "If that's the case, let's send them to Nianjiao Orphanage, an institution that my parents support."
"They will be well cared for there," Ou Jun earnestly suggested.
Xia Chuyi shook her head, refusing his proposal, "Meeting is fate."
"These two children, they have been confined with me, they rely on me a lot."
"Adopting them would be much better than sending them to an orphanage."
She said seriously, "Children lack a sense of security."
"Strange environments, strange people, it might cause the children great psychological shadows."
"If possible, I hope every child can live in a more comfortable setting."
Her words succeeded in silencing Ou Jun.
After a long time, Ou Jun sighed, "You are very smart."
