"Keep your voice down, Old Jue is grieving! Wasn't there a daughter? The one who married a peddler, why hasn't she come back to see him?"
"That peddler son-in-law got rich later, didn't he? He took the whole family to Yingnan Mansion ages ago! There's been no news since, it's been twenty or thirty years, and they haven't returned. How can Old Jue still count on her?"
Gu Chengyu, upon hearing this, couldn't help but sigh at Old Jue's unfortunate fate. Yet, he didn't know what had happened to the man's family for all five members to die.
Then suddenly, an idea struck him. Guo Moruo had lost his close family and was looking for a place to settle down. Perhaps he could find a solution with Old Jue.
As those people said, the old man had only one son and one daughter. The son's entire family of five perished, and the old man seemed lifeless, with no will to live. Isn't this just like a pillow when you're sleepy?
