Han Jing smiled ingratiatingly, of course she could see that Xia Wu had been moved by compassion.
The pain of losing a beloved daughter, how could Xia Wu truly have moved on? It's just that with Xiao Xue's company these days, it's somewhat shifted Xia Wu's attention, preventing her from continuing to dwell in sadness. Now seeing A zhu, seeing A zhu's helpless circumstances and experiences, Xia Wu can't help but feel a bit sympathetic and tender-hearted.
Han Jing made this suggestion, taking advantage of the situation; though neither Xiao Xue nor the kind and stubborn girl A zhu could replace the already deceased Zhu'er, at least they could bring Xia Wu some solace.
"Grandpa Zhu, A zhu, come over here, we have something to discuss with you," Han Jing called out.
The grandfather and granddaughter heard Han Jing's voice, and both were slightly excited, hastening to come over.
