Lu Xunzhi supported Qiao Yi with a smile and responded in Italian, "No worries, the roads here are narrow; you should move slower."
Qiao Yi: "Huh?"
Daddy looks like his brothers because they are father and son.
But why does this grandpa look so much like daddy?
Unaware of the little one's thoughts, Lu Xunzhi offered a faint smile, put on his sunglasses, and walked away from Qiao Yi.
The two brothers caught up and looked at Qiao Yi: "Qiao Yi, are you okay?"
But Qiao Yi kept staring at the back of Lu Xunzhi.
"George! Qiao Yi! McDull!"
From not far away, Gu Xinzhou's voice called out.
The three little ones looked back and quickly responded, "Coming! Coming!"
On Fang Jingting's side, everything was ready.
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei had already paid their respects, and Song Zhen and his wife knelt side by side in front of the tombstone, kowtowed, burned joss paper, and conveyed their sentiments.
