Fang Yusheng drove Chi Baoguang's car to the cemetery today.
This car was especially big, and it was commonly known as a van. It was not a problem to fit six people in the family. When Chi Baoguang bought this car back then, he valued the advantage of having a lot of space, how it was value-for-money, and its practicality. After all, he was his grandfather. If he wanted to go out, there would be a whole group following behind him.
When they returned, Fang Yusheng was still in charge of driving. Qiao Jiusheng sat in the front passenger seat, the two little fellows sat behind, while Lisa and Chi Baoguang sat at the back. Qiao Jiusheng quickly realized that Fang Yusheng was unhappy. It seemed like he had not spoken since he left the cemetery.
Was he angry? What was he angry about? Who had provoked him?
Qiao Jiusheng could not figure it out.
