Old woman Qian sat down with a huff upon hearing the news.
"Great-grandpa, Great-grandma," Qian Yijin entered the room with a smile. His arrival was like a breath of spring that swept away the winter grimness from the old lady's face, instantly bringing back the warmth of spring and blooming flowers.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and the family was due to attend the New Year's Eve dinner at Qian's Main Courtyard, as well as to visit the graves of the Qian ancestors and Manjiang.
Cheng Yue definitely wouldn't go. Before her children left, she quietly cautioned them, "Don't kowtow to that fake grave; your father will be back soon."
The young siblings could only nod in agreement.
