It was evening by the time the father and son returned.
The car stopped in the villa, and after the father and son got out of the car, the driver opened the trunk.
Yan Ye's father saw the trunk was full of things.
"What did you buy?" Yan Ye's father wanted to say, what kind of junk did you buy?
But seeing his grandson's caring eyes on these things, Yan Ye's father's tone softened a bit.
"I bought these for my mom... beautiful clothes for mom, towels, toothbrush, pretty cups... slippers..." In short, a pile of useful things.
Xiaocheng planned to take them to Lian Xinying's burial place tomorrow and bury them for Lian Xinying!
With such a filial son, even underground, Lian Xinying would feel comforted.
Su Rong returned to her hometown the day before Qingming Festival.
Yan Ye set off on the morning of the Qingming Festival.
Yan Ye had never seen his son this serious and solemn before.
He obediently sat in the child seat, holding his backpack in both hands.
