Mr. Du was lonely. He was aware of this loneliness, but he also found a certain comfort in it.
Because deep in his heart, he always felt that his late wife was still with him, and he with her.
Qin Jiao's heart suddenly softened. She said gently, "Grandpa Du, my family is going to be selling breakfast. When we do, I'll bring some over for you. The steamed buns my mom and dad make are delicious."
"Sure."
Qin Jiao hadn't expected Shen Yi to offer to walk them home, his reason being that their things were too heavy.
A box of pastries, a box of White Rabbit creamy candies, and two large bunches of grapes—Qin Jiao could have carried all of it by herself, not to mention her sister Xiao Shi was there to help.
But she had already refused once to no avail, so Qin Jiao decided to just keep quiet.
She didn't want to get too close to Shen Yi. She didn't want to say another word to him.
