Shen Wei didn't hold back, turning around to look at the gift box Song Zhen brought, frowning: "You've already spent money on setting up that kid's clinic, how can I feel comfortable taking your stuff? If you have any issues, let me know. If I can treat them, I'll do it for you. People need to live with kindness to enjoy longevity."
Song Zhen wanted to speak but felt a lump in his throat.
The old man, though rambling, interlaced every sentence with his longing and indulgence towards his grandson.
If, in the future, he has a grandson he raised himself, and it comes to a life-and-death moment, Song Zhen thinks he would probably go crazy.
He is a man with a particularly soft heart for daughters, who values family and kinship heavily, believing that relatives are the most precious wealth in the world.
Qi Lei placed the tea on the coffee table in front of the two.
He sat not far away, not daring to speak rashly.
