The bug is poisonous...
Xiang Yiqing frowned and thought, "It shouldn't be, right?"
"It's okay." For some reason, Xin Xiaoxiao didn't ask anymore, she waved her hand and said, "If it's really dead, tell Grandpa to mourn, next time I'll get him another one, but he has to take good care of it, otherwise it's such a sin."
"He really liked that bird. When I left, he was still asleep, unaware that the bird had died."
"He acknowledged the bird as his granddaughter, now that the bird is dead, he's sure to be very sad."
While speaking, Xin Xiaoxiao's phone suddenly rang.
She dug it out from her bag, glanced at the caller ID, then raised the phone to show the screen to Xiang Yiqing, "It's your Grandpa, he likely knows the bird has died."
Then she answered the call, put it on speaker, and affectionately said, "Grandpa."
"Xiaoxiao, Jin Yu somehow just died."
The speaker transmitted the old man's voice, full of grief.
And the grief was genuinely deep.
