Now that his only granddaughter was back, Old Master Fu was more happy than sad.
Good child, good child. This was the Fu family's good child…
"Although life was a little bitter when I was young, which family wasn't bitter back then? Everyone's the same, so I didn't feel that it was bitter. Besides, compared to your previous life, none of our lives can be considered bitter. Don't cry anymore. Crying too much hurts the eyes."
Ye Jian was just saying nice things. She just casually brushed off the hardships she had suffered at Ye Zhifan's house when she was young. This made the old man's heart ache even more.
The old man, who had lost control of his emotions, looked at Ye Jian without blinking. Hearing her comforting words, not only did he not feel comfortable, but he also felt sad.
