"Godmother, Shuisheng still has work to do, so he can't accompany you. This glass of wine is Shuisheng's toast to you."
Xiao Zeyu knelt in front of his godmother's grave again and poured a glass of wine over the grave. He was so busy that he didn't even stop to sweep the grave.
Xiao Zeyu stood up and patted Zhong Yong's shoulder,"
"Zhong Yong, Big Brother will go and handle some business first. Please wait for me at Aunt Li's house. Let's have a good drink."
"Big Brother, you can go and do your work!"
Zhong Yong quickly nodded. When he thought of being able to follow his eldest brother in the future, his heart was at ease. He no longer felt lonely, and he no longer had wild thoughts about accompanying his mother.
