Mr. Lin was handling Tang Bi Qin's funeral while taking care of the three children. Because he was so exhausted, even his movements became much slower.
He sank deeply into the sofa, his eyes bloodshot, his limbs heavy as lead, and he couldn't move. His mind was hazily watching the two brothers playing with building blocks beside him.
"Grandpa, grandpa..." Two soft, tender voices rose by his ear.
It took Mr. Lin a while to come to his senses, "What is it, are you hungry?"
"No," Ji Tingyang looked at him and hesitantly said, "I miss Grandma. When will she come back?"
"She..." Mr. Lin paused, forcing a smile on his face, "Grandma said she wants to spend a few more days at her friend's house."
"Is it because I'm too noisy that Grandma doesn't want me anymore?" Ji Zeqiu hung his head down, his eyes reddening slightly as he said softly, "Just like Daddy and Mommy don't want me anymore..."