Watching his grandfather finish the burial, Xu Mumu, along with her little one, burned a lot of paper money for him before heading back with her child.
Just as they got home, it started to rain lightly.
"Mom, are we going home today?" Doudou hugged Xu Mumu's neck, looking at her expectantly.
"Yes, do you miss your great-grandparents?" Xu Mumu looked at the little one gently.
"Hmm, over here I can only call them, I don't know if they are eating properly." The little one started feeling a bit melancholy.
"Don't worry, they are grown-ups, they'll eat properly." Xu Mumu chuckled lightly, the little one's thoughts are quite abundant lately.
The funeral was over, and Xu Mumu along with the others returned, sitting in the car going back, with Xu Minghui's car following behind, going home together.
Little Yun Qiu is still young and seemed a little unaccustomed to being back, even had a fever a couple of days ago.
