Jiang Shuhong came with Jiang Yi and Wang Ping that afternoon. Seeing the photo on the table, Jiang Shuhong's eyes also reddened.
He went to ask Jiang Jiu, "What's going on, why was it cremated so quickly?"
Jiang Jiu remained silent, still sitting quietly.
Wang Ping said, "Don't ask, the child is grieving."
Jiang Shuhong then went to find Jiang Siyan, but Jiang Siyan also didn't explain.
It's quite busy here now, with many things needing their confirmation. As soon as Jiang Shuhong arrived, he started to keep busy.
Jiang Yi carefully stood beside Jiang Jiu. "Sis."
Jiang Jiu nodded. "Little Yi, let's accompany Grandma."
Jiang Yi nodded heavily, sitting with Jiang Jiu.
In the evening, Jiang Siyan couldn't help but say, "You should rest now, leave tonight to me."
Jiang Jiu didn't say anything and got up to kneel down, but her body swayed slightly.
Without a word, Jiang Siyan picked up Jiang Jiu in his arms and took her to her room.
"Let go of me!"
