Downstairs, old man Bu is sitting on the sofa, talking to Tang poetry.

"what can I do about this poor child in the future..."

"Grandpa, don't worry too much. Take care of yourself."

"Grandpa." Li Jingchen came forward to say hello.

"Jingchen, how is Tongtong Mr. cloth asked in a hurry.

"I cried, and now I'm asleep."

"Tongtong must be very sad," old man Bu said bitterly. "Her relationship with Liangliang's mother has always been very good. Although they are several years old and not in the same circle, they get along very well. Now Liangliang's mother died in her arms, which is not easy to walk through..."

"Grandpa, my...