Lu Xinyi froze, not knowing how to react. Her Grandmother Tang? She had only met the old woman once, and that was during her mother's funeral. Her Grandma Lu insisted on never showing herself again to young Xinxin. Her young mind couldn't understand what was happening back then, but the memory of a woman wailing on her mother's tomb—asking for forgiveness—was imprinted on her mind.
Seeing her blank expression, Shen Yi called out her name.
"Xinxin?"
His wife turned her head to face him, but it was clear that she was still trying to understand the implications of her grandmother's sudden visit.
"If you aren't sure and you don't want to see her…" Shen Yi started but stopped when she raised her hand.
"It's not that I don't want to see her, but what's the purpose of her stay?" she refuted.
