As for Wei Zheng, there was an unmistakable hint of expectation in his eyes.
Fang Cheng's face was calm, and he nodded slightly to his mother and grandfather, signaling that he was okay.
Shi Chengyi stopped in front of the tombstone, glanced at Fang Cheng, and then gave the driver, Xiao Zhang, standing beside him, a look.
Xiao Zhang immediately understood, took out a carefully wrapped bouquet of white chrysanthemums from the briefcase he carried.
Under the watchful eyes of the Fang Family, Shi Chengyi took the bouquet, removed the wrapping, and personally walked down the stone pavilion to Fang Shijie's grave.
Driver Xiao Zhang quickly followed to hold the umbrella for him.
Shi Chengyi bent down and solemnly placed the bouquet of pristine white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, meticulously tidying the ribbon dampened by raindrops.
After finishing all this, he straightened up and looked at the photo on the tombstone.
