Quan Jingwu crouched down and wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, "My treasure, you still have me!"
"Xiaojing!"
She turned and buried herself in his embrace, hiding her tears.
An Zhonghui and his party knelt by the bed, their sobs intermingling in the room and echoing throughout.
For a moment, the room was shrouded in gloom.
Busy with the funeral affairs of Old Master An until the evening, it wasn't until then that Quan Jingwu's family of four returned home. They handed their two little treasures over to Rhee and Grandma Quan, while Quan Jingwu escorted Jian Qing back to their room to rest first.
"Ah, such a good person gone just like that," Grandma Quan sighed lightly, feeling somewhat regretful.
Weng Ya nodded and exclaimed, "That Zhao Xuan really did great harm, her viper-like nature is truly chilling."
If it weren't for Zhao Xuan poisoning Old Master An, he probably could have lived a few more years and not have left this world so soon.
