After finishing speaking, Fan Zhu looked at the silent Lin Anguo and said, "Go talk to Jianhua."
"Mom, I understand."
Jianhua is a smart kid, but attaching too much importance to his family has both good and bad sides.
However, Jianhua did not inherit Anguo's great strength, and Anguo's stubbornness would definitely be able to stop him.
Fan Zhu also found it magical when she thought about this, because she knew her own child well.
To put it bluntly, I didn't expect that two good bamboo shoots could be produced from a bad bamboo and an ordinary bamboo.
"Okay, all of you go do your own thing, be natural and don't let the kids see you."
Everyone responded and went out, leaving only Fan Zhu and Lin Dejiang in the room.
"Ajun, you must wear more clothes when you go to the capital this time. You are always afraid of the cold. After a while, ask the old family to make you some rock sugar and snow pear soup. You have a bad throat, and the capital may be dusty in April. I will..."
Lin Dejiang held Fan Zhu's hand and pressed the acupoints to promote the smooth flow of qi and blood.
Fan Zhujun looked at the old man in front of her. Decades had passed like this.
Her family was struck by a disaster and the whole building was on the verge of collapse overnight. She could only grasp this last straw to save herself.
But I don’t know whether this step is right or wrong.
Although this man didn't understand romance and couldn't talk about Feng Songya, he had given her everything he could.
This is her luck and also her best choice.
"That's all right. I've been staying indoors all this time, so my arm hasn't hurt. When spring comes, take Jiancheng with you to dig out the box."
Lin Dejiang changed his hand and continued pressing: "Okay. Dig them all out?"
"Bring them all back."
"good."
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