Old Man Xian stood up and walked slowly with his cane, stopping two or three meters from her. With both hands on the cane, he looked at her calmly and then smiled at her, "Girl, let's not talk about what happened. Grandpa didn't want Xian Jian and Little An to know about what happened that day. The ancestral hall collapsed, but grandpa knew the cause and the consequences better than anyone else."
"I want my grandson to be able to stay with the Xian Family, be by my side, and live the rest of his life with me. After a hundred years, he will be able to send me to the end. But what's wrong is still wrong." Old Man Xian had a serious expression. "On the surface, I will cover this crime for him. If he wanted this Old Man to die, he would not do it in a roundabout way. He used this method to remind everyone in the Xian Family that we can not forget the woman who had been pushed outside the gates of the Xian Family!"
