Zhan Moxiao looked at Ou Chenghai, "Why do you want to move out?"
His daughter was gone, and there was no reason to live in the son-in-law's house, but Ou Chenghai couldn't say it so bluntly. He smiled and said, "Lanlan is gone. I feel quite melancholic with nothing to do, so I might as well reopen my little rice noodle shop."
Zhan Moxiao could naturally see Ou Chenghai's intention. He said, "Jia Xuan needs her grandfather's care and company. I'd like to ask you to put the rice noodle shop aside and take care of my daughter for me, can you?"
Staying to accompany Jia Xuan was, of course, what Ou Chenghai most wanted to do. His daughter was gone, so the bloodline she left behind was his dearest.
Ou Chenghai looked excitedly at Zhan Moxiao, "Okay, then I'll stay a little longer. When Jia Xuan grows up and doesn't need my care anymore, I'll move out."
