"So we were thinking, meeting is also a kind of destiny. How many people in the world look exactly alike? We wanted to take this opportunity to pay respects to Zhang Yuqian... to sweep her grave. Could you possibly tell us the location of the cemetery?"
On his way there, Lin Xian really couldn't think of a suitable reason to ask the other party where their daughter's grave was.
He could only use the upcoming Tomb-Sweeping Day as a clumsy excuse.
However...
To Lin Xian and Gao Yang's surprise,
The expression on the elder Zhang Shi's face was very wrong. He became extremely flustered in a moment, then immediately became alert:
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
His words were harsh.
"No, no, no,"
Lin Xian hurriedly explained:
"Uncle Zhang, we just simply want to pay our respects and bring a bouquet of flowers."
"No need."
Zhang Shi's attitude was firm, as he shook his head:
