Yu Ling took over the child and handed him to the nanny: "It's cold outside, take the child inside to keep warm."
"Yes."
The nanny was a woman in her thirties, with a simple and honest appearance. Yu Ling had chosen her carefully from many maternity nurses.
Nan Mufeng froze for a moment, the red blood vessels in his eyes deepening in color: "Grandpa…"
"I'm sorry, grandpa also wanted to wait for you. But fate is beyond control!" Yu Ling sighed helplessly, "Come back, quickly come inside."
"I came back too late…"
Nan Mufeng lowered his head in pain, losing the courage to enter the house.
"Silly, grandpa wouldn't blame you."
Yu Ling reached out to drag her son into the house, everything inside was the same as before. Except, there was no longer the old man's presence on that grand mahogany chair.
Nan Mufeng's heart was again filled with sorrow.
