Madam Jiang had just finished packing the food when Jiang Zhixun and Elder Jiang walked through the door.
Because of what happened three years ago, Elder Jiang had come around. No matter what the young people wanted to do, he wouldn't interfere anymore.
He didn't want to make things worse and let Qingqing suffer again.
Watching his grandson prepare to leave, he couldn't hold back a word of advice, "Take care of yourself over there, and also, if Qingqing doesn't want something, don't keep pushing her around."
Jiang Zhixun replied sulkily with a grunt.
He didn't dare hope for much now; he just wanted Shen Qingqing to get better.
He didn't want her to stay angry at him and worsen her condition.
Madam Jiang left two steamed white buns for Elder Jiang. "Dad, just make do with these for now. Zhixun and I are heading out and don't know when we'll be back."
Elder Jiang waved her off. "Don't worry about me. When it's mealtime, I'll head to the cafeteria myself."
