Upon hearing Wufu's words, Hua Wushuang furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the outcome, and looked at the girl whose expression was indifferent, neither close nor distant.
Hua Wushuang felt somewhat upset and begrudgingly accepted the situation after a brief thought. It was understandable—having not seen each other for decades, suddenly appearing as relatives, how could anyone feel close?
"People usually want to return to their roots. Taking her to Beiyan, isn't it somewhat inappropriate?" Hua Wushuang tentatively asked.
Wufu glanced at him and replied, "Where her son is, that's where her roots are."
Hua Wushuang's heart skipped a beat. He pursed his lips and said, "Your grandmother was constantly thinking of your mother until her last breath. I was thinking, after finding her, to bring her to pay her respects at her memorial."
"Then you've saved yourself a task. It seems they have already reunited," Wufu calmly sipped her tea.
