"What can I do? With my children and their spouses not coming back to accompany this lonely old man, I can only find joy in my own ways."
Huo Jinghua glanced at Shen Xinglan and said sarcastically, wanting to play chess, but unable to find a partner. Huo Cheng was a terrible chess player, and Yang Xin didn't know how to play at all.
His youngest son and daughter-in-law know how to play, but they don't come to visit this lonely old man.
It breaks his heart to think about it. His grown-up sons moved out after they became adults and they barely visit once in a blue moon after they get married.
"Dad, it's my fault. It's my fault that I stay holed up at home when winter comes, not wanting to go out," Shen Xinglan quickly apologized. Let alone not visiting the old manor, she hadn't even gone to her parents' house.
She was genuinely afraid of the cold, not pretending to be.
"Hmph."
