After seeing off Old Mrs. Jiang and eating the funeral meal, by the third day, Zhang Guoqing had finally handled all the funeral matters smoothly. Next, he considered the old man's remaining years.
In the room, the old man rubbed Ping'an's head with satisfaction, holding the child tightly, and shook his head at Zhang Guoqing.
"Grandpa, if you come back with me, you can often take Ping'an for walks. My dad can also see you frequently, and if you ever feel unwell, we can be there by your side."
"Here, I still have childhood friends to chat with, share some drinks, and I can sit by your grandma's grave. You've seen it yourself these days, the villagers are nice and would come to help if there's any issue. So, you should go back without worries. I couldn't even stay in Hai City, how would I get used to Beijing? Don't try to persuade me, it's really a no."
