His aunt saw his shadow and paused. She stopped and patted her back. "Why don't you rest for a while? You've been busy for the past two days. Don't neglect your body."
Lu Wanggui took the broom from her hand and started to sweep the fallen leaves.
The aunt laughed. "Your uncle likes to be clean. Whenever there are fallen leaves at the door, he would go out to sweep them. Sometimes, he would even sweep the trash at the neighbor's door. I don't know what he's thinking. I've told him many times, but he didn't listen."
She was annoyed at him for this, but after he passed away, she began to take after him.
Lu Wanggui lowered his eyes and subconsciously clenched the broom in his hand. "Uncle has always been very popular."
The aunt lowered her head. After a long time, she said, "I saw the wreath that Yao Fei sent. Will Xiaoyuan misunderstand?"
"No." Lu Wanggui's tone was firm. "She won't think too much about it."
