Jian Qing awkwardly touched his nose, "Xiao Xi, adult matters are beyond your understanding. The issue between your mom and me, please don't mention it again."
"Fine, I won't mention it!" Jian Xi instructed Xiao Wang to serve tea, inviting them to sit on the sofa. She herself sat behind the desk, patiently waiting.
People don't just show up without a reason! There must be something they want, given their sudden appearance.
Sure enough, before finishing half the tea, Jian Qing made a request: "Xiao Xi, we just came from your mom's grave."
"Hmm, thank you for visiting her. If she can see from the heavens, she'd probably be happy!"
"If you're busy with work, we'll wait for you at the Jian residence!" Dong Shaolan said considerately, "We haven't been back in so many years, I wonder if the Jian residence still looks the same."
Just then, Aunt Yang called: "Miss, the moving company has arrived and without a word, unloaded a lot of things."
