Feng Qingxue understood her husband's thoughts and patted his arm, implying comfort.
"Forget it, I've long been used to it." Lu Jiang sighed heavily, "For the past two years, Grandpa Zhao has been idle at home. I'll call Brother Anbang later and ask him to inquire about Deng Nan's situation from Grandpa Zhao; he should know. Meanwhile, while I'm not around, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on Deng Nan's son and sister."
"I've left money tickets for them and entrusted Han Ping. We'll go check on them next time we enter the city."
"That's good, with Xiaohan protecting them, the aunt and nephew can suffer less. The closer it gets to the year-end, the colder the weather. Find a couple of old cotton-padded clothes and send them over someday." Lu Jiang advised.
