"Grandfather!" Xian Guiying walked quickly, but the Old Man still gently brushed her hand away.
Seeing that Old Man Xian's steps were slow and heavy, and every step he took, he seemed about to fall, Qin Gengxin held out his hand to help him, but the Old Man said, "No need."
Mrs. Qin glanced at the Old Man. In the end, it was still because she hadn't seen her father since the day she was born, and also because her father was forced to die by Old Man Xian in prison, so she only glanced at him once. There's no expression on her face. Looking back at Qin Gengxin, she said, "Gengxin, when you called to tell us yesterday, it wasn't enough time for mom and dad to talk about it with your grandmother."
Qin Gengxin did not retort, "I know."
"Then why did you …"
"However, I cannot turn a blind eye to the Old Man's pleading. Or maybe, mom, you want grandmother to put this hatred until the Old Man is buried into the ground?"
