At this moment, Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen were looking down at the little infant.
As they watched, their eyes grew red, and when they looked at each other, they realized they both felt the same way.
"Old man, what are you crying for?" Grandma Wen turned away, not wanting Grandpa Wen to see her reddened eyes, "It really doesn't look like you."
Grandpa Wen gazed at the little infant, filled with emotion. He shakily reached out to touch the baby's little hand but pulled back carefully in the end, worried he might carry germs, "I thought I was lucky enough to be alive to see my grandson, but I never expected, by the grace of God, that now Qingyu's child has also been born."
When the calamity struck, the two elders lost all hope. Their only grandson was missing, and no matter how much they investigated, they couldn't find out where he was.