Their movements were neither too loud nor too quiet.
At the very least, Xu Canyang, who was observing from this side, soon noticed something and guessed a possibility. Xu Canyang then wheeled himself away from his seat.
The place where Song Weiyi and Grandmother Xu were located was the tea room of the restaurant, not very hidden.
Halfway there, he heard the sound of his wife's painful sobbing mixed with Song Weiyi's quiet weeping.
Xu Canyang's wheelchair suddenly stopped, his face filled with deep sorrow as he looked at his granddaughter opposite him.
Without saying anything, he guessed that they had already laid their cards on the table.
"When I heard this news from your uncle, your grandfather and I were both shocked and overjoyed, really at a loss for what to do..."
Listening to Grandmother Xu's sincere and heartfelt words, Song Weiyi was not without feelings.
