Jiang Rong knew Xiao Haiqing's temper. If he moved into this house without her permission, he would definitely make her unhappy. If Xiao Haiqing was unhappy, she would be the one suffering.
Xiao Haiqing smiled and changed into his shoes. He took Jing Yunzhao's hand and walked into the house, then glanced at Xiao Daoan.
"Daddy, do you miss my mom? I've put away her photo. I'll take it out now and offer some incense."Xiao Haiqing said as he walked into the room. He took out a photo frame from the cabinet. After wiping, he stood on the cabinet. On the cabinet, there was a small tripod with incense ashes. Xiao Haiqing took out the incense, knelt down and kowtowed a few times, and inserted the incense into it.
Then, he passed three more to Xiao Daoan with a smile on his face, as if he was doing something that was only natural.
Xiao Daoan was a little surprised. He hadn't even had time to talk to his daughter, and he had to burn incense for his dead wife?
