Lin Qiaoshan looked at his son's relentless back and looked down sadly.

Qiujiayi could not bear it, and did not know how to comfort her, but quietly accompanied her.

They didn't know how long they had been standing. Lin Qiaoshan took the lead in looking back from her sadness, stared at her, and left angrily.

"How innocent I am..." Qiujiayi laughed a few times, shook her head helplessly and followed her away.

Sheng Lingyao holds Lin Jing's skinny and bony hands, and his eyes are no longer fierce on weekdays, some of which are rare sadness and grief.

"Grandma, wake up, wake up!"

Put your forehead on Lin Jing's hand...