This should be the husband that the old Grandma was talking about, right?
At this moment, a caretaker pushed the old man forward. The others must have gone to complete the procedures or something. The caretaker glanced at the drooling old man, and disdain appeared in her eyes. The old man was wearing a bib, and there was a trace of sadness in his turbid eyes.
The old Grandma floated at the side and wanted to wipe the old man's saliva again and again. Unfortunately, humans and ghosts had different paths, so she could only give up in the end. Howevercstill muttered, "Aiya, old man, don't feel indignant. How many caretakers can be sincere? Are you going to let them wipe your saliva non-stop? Even if you want to tell your son to change a caretaker for you, but you can't say anything. Even if you really switch caretakers, can you guarantee that the next one will be good?" The old Grandma sighed, her tone very sad and helpless.
