"Grandma."
"Grandma, how could you just leave like this."
"Grandma, open your eyes and look at me. I'm your favorite Xiaoyu."
Still ten meters away from the old house, Gong Ruini could hear someone wailing, then she realized it was one of the dutiful grandsons crying over his deceased grandmother.
"Such a filial grandson." Gong Ruini had never heard of a grandson crying so sorrowfully over a grandmother's passing.
Even at the hospital, not even Gong Qiang cried so sadly. Any sadness he showed was more about the economic difficulties deepening.
"What being filial? The old lady was in the hospital, and he rarely visited," Gong Jiaxin lamented. "When he did go, it was just to beg for money from her."
"Now he's putting on such a show, who knows how he's going to act out." Miao Cuilan worried in various ways.
"Gong Xiaoyu is becoming more and more shameless, truly following his father's footsteps, expanding on all these tricks."
