Yang Family.
"Did you send Lord Jiang off just now?" Qiuqiu sat on a rocking chair, basking in the sun as it swayed.
Yang Dianfeng's hair had long since turned white. He was younger than Jiang Huaian, and was now the Yang family's patriarch.
Qiuqiu had given birth to many sons for him. Now, he had a lot of grandchildren and more than ten grandsons.
His mother had passed away a few years ago. She passed away peacefully.
All these years, he had been tormented by this house of descendants.
"Yes." Yang Dianfeng's lips moved and he sighed.
"Didn't you see her again?" Qiuqiu was also white-haired now, but it could be seen that her body was in excellent condition. After all, it was rare for someone of her age to have such an appetite.
At this moment, there was still food on the small round table.
Yang Dianfeng shook his head.
"She has already said goodbye." Yang Dianfeng pursed his lips.
