Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's sad expression, Li Jinfeng immediately rubbed his hands together, looking like a guilty child, and said, "Oh, Xiaohua, honestly, I didn't know where your grandmother's grave was, and I didn't go to pay my respects."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Brother Li. I was just too anxious. When I suddenly heard about my family, I wanted to know more."
Then he continued sadly, "My grandmother has been gone for a year now. Thinking back, it feels like it just happened yesterday. You're a guest from afar, and not very familiar with our family, so my parents probably didn't mention it to you. If you had gone to pay your respects, it would have been an oversight."
Li Jinfeng scratched his head and said, "You're right. I didn't see any mourning items at your house, so I didn't think about it. If I had met you guys before the New Year, and you had mentioned it, maybe I could have helped you look."
