Han Xi understood Lu Jinghan's concerns, but she wanted more to be there with him under such circumstances.
Lu Jinghan grasped the girl's hand backhandedly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand: "Listen, there's a mourning hall outside, people coming and going, I'm afraid you won't rest well."
Han Xi turned her head up, lightly gazing into his deep eyes: "I just want to be with you, don't worry, I'll take care of myself."
"Alright then, give Dad a call in a bit and let him know."
Lu Jinghan pushed up his sleeve, looking down at the watch on his wrist: "You stay here with Grandpa first, I'll go down and have the kitchen prepare dinner for you."
"Okay, you go."
After Lu Jinghan left, Han Xi helped Old Sir Lu lie down: "Grandpa, you rest for a bit."
"Thank you, girl, Grandpa knows Jing Han doesn't want to see those mother and sons three together, but Grandpa feels uneasy, just wants you all to accompany me."
