Ning Yue went back and told Old Master Ning what had happened. "Grandpa, so don't worry. This has nothing to do with us."
Old Master Ning sighed heavily. Regardless of whether this matter had anything to do with the Marquis Dingyuan's Residence, he was quite sad.
"No matter what, it's still a life. I still feel a little uncomfortable that someone died like this," Old Master Ning said.
Ning Yue sighed. Her grandfather was a very kind person. She could not let this matter become her grandfather's inner demon.
"Grandpa, Zhang Si doesn't have any family. All we can do is sweep his grave and offer incense on his death anniversary every year," Ning Yue said.
"At this point, that's all we can do." Old Master Ning sighed.
The atmosphere at home was gloomy all day. Ning Yue wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't say it.
The next day, the oppressive atmosphere improved a lot. Jiang Ying also came over.
