After chopping the firewood, Run Sheng neatly stacked it against the wall.
He clapped his hands, turned around, and looked inside the house.
Only to see Mr. Shan with tears streaming down his face.
"Grandpa, you..."
"Marquis Runsheng, it's me who's been a burden to you!"
"No, Grandpa, it has nothing to do with you."
"If it's not because of me, then what is it? You can't possibly argue with that girl Meng Meng. I know you, it must be because of me. Just like Marquis Sanjiang said, I'm the one who's not good enough, holding you back so you couldn't start a family, oh dear!"
"Grandpa, you're giving yourself too much credit."
Mr. Shan: "..."
Run Sheng scratched his head. He wasn't mocking his grandpa; instead, Yin Meng couldn't come back because of Emperor Fengdu, and it had nothing to do with an ordinary old corpse recovery diver in Nantong.
Mr. Shan's sobbing was interrupted by Run Sheng, and instead he asked:
"She stayed at the old home. Why did you return to Nantong?"
