"Dad, look at what you're saying. Things will definitely get better and better in the future!"
Yuan Yindi couldn't stand seeing her father being so pessimistic.
"…"
Old Yuan glanced at his youngest son without responding.
How could this brat possibly understand what's on his mind?
Yuan Bao, sitting nearby, somewhat understood her grandfather's thoughts.
After the family split, each became their own household, and that was fine.
The key is that with the distance, the relationships gradually fade.
But Old Yuan couldn't voice these thoughts, nor would it be proper to say them.
"Dad, since we're moving after the New Year, shouldn't we start preparing the New Year's goods?"
Yuan Yindi wasn't as sentimental as his father; right now, he was full of vigor.
"Do as you see fit!"
Old Yuan didn't seem particularly enthusiastic.
Seeing his father's demeanor, Yuan Yindi scratched his head and said, "Dad, if you don't want to go to the city, then we won't go. It's fine!"
