Ji Rui spoke to Mrs. Le's photo, and as Le Tong listened, her face slowly turned red.
This man, wasn't he saying he brought Baobao to see grandma? How come it feels like he's kneeling in front of her mother asking for her daughter's hand?
As Le Tong was beginning to doubt Ji Rui's intentions, Baobao, who had been kneeling at her side, suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and stood beside Ji Rui in front of the tombstone.
Le Tong was a bit confused, her mind couldn't process what her beloved son was trying to do.
Due to illness over the past six months, Baobao hadn't grown much, and he was still only a little taller than Ji Rui's waist. Standing next to the tall Ji Rui made his small body seem especially frail.
Though the little guy's body appeared frail, his posture was quite upright and strong. Like Ji Rui, he stared straight at the kind woman on the tombstone.
