"Lin Chun! When did you all get back? Why didn't you say a word to me!"
Lin Aiguo looked at the dark mass of people, and he could only selectively talk to Lin Chun.
No matter when, Lin Chun was still his son. And among the children, Lin Chun was the most filial!
Lin Chun hadn't expected to encounter his father and grandmother, his face slightly embarrassed as he answered, "Just got back today!"
He had once called Lin Aiguo, and as soon as Lin Aiguo heard about moving the grave, he disagreed and even got angry.
Now face-to-face, Lin Chun still felt somewhat guilty.
Lin Aiguo's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his unanticipated questioning fierce, "Did you all just finish visiting the gravesite?"
They came back without even letting him know, and now that he had run into them, not one of them seemed the slightest bit sorry, instead glaring at him in anger.
"Yeah!"
