Jiang Nanshu: "..."
Lu Qingyan was only separated from them by a single door.
She nodded, "He has been very good to me."
Jiang Nanshu wasn't lying. Except for the occasional bouts of madness where he only harmed himself, he was quite good most of the time.
Mr. Jiang sighed in relief but then felt quite dissatisfied with Lu Qingyan.
Marrying his daughter without clarification was one thing, but not even having a wedding, and prohibiting them from seeing her, was simply unreasonable!
He sighed in relief, "As long as you're fine."
Then he turned his head to look at Mrs. Jiang's body, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Then... do you want to come with us to the crematorium? Your mother has passed away."
Jiang Nanshu remained silent and finally shook her head, "I'll stay here and see her off for the last journey. Lu Qingyan is sick, I need to take care of him."
Mr. Jiang exhaled deeply, let it be.
"I'll send someone to pick you up tonight, you must come home for a visit."
