"Xinyu, what are you doing here?"
"Uncle, our family came back to take a look. We just burned some paper money for my grandpa and parents."
Wang Jianqiang nodded, "This is the perfect time to burn the paper money, so those gossiping women have nothing to say."
"Is our village really this chaotic now?" It's all just neighbors. Every family is in the same situation; would there still be people gossiping?
"Sigh, it's really not as good as it used to be."
Jiang Xinyu held Tingting and pointed to Wang Jianqiang, "This is Grandpa."
The little girl smiled, her eyes curved like crescents, "Grandpa." Her voice was clear and pleasant.
Wang Jianqiang chuckled, responding twice.
"Xinyu, are these two little ones yours?"
Jiang Xinyu nodded. "Uncle, this is the father of the children, Wei Kaiyun."
Actually, from the moment Wei Kaiyun entered, Wang Jianqiang had glanced at him several times. He had seen Wei Kaiyun before, but that was years ago, and only a couple of times.
