Qin Miaomiao smiled:
"Thank you, Grandpa. You're the one who truly cares about me."
Old Sir Lu coughed a few times: "This old bag of bones doesn't know how much longer he's got. You brat, come here."
Lu Qing walked forward at a steady pace. Old Sir Lu looked at him, then at Qin Miaomiao, and said deeply:
"I need you to swear that in this lifetime, you'll take good care of Miao Miao, and not end up like your father..."
Lu Qing immediately interrupted him, his expression extremely serious:
"I will never become a man like him in my lifetime."
Old Sir Lu knew that his father's matter was a taboo for him, something that couldn't even be mentioned. He sighed:
"Your mother's temperament is such that Miao Miao will suffer some grievances. Her family doesn't have anyone to support her, so she'll have to rely on you to protect her well. She's your wife."
Lu Qing wrapped an arm around her shoulder, ruffled her hair, and said lightly:
