In the morning, everyone had breakfast laughter and joy.

In a blink of an eye, people are gone.

Even an ordinary grandson couldn't stand it, let alone Luo Yan, who admired Mr. Luo very much.

Fortunately, he was still strong and woke up from the blow so quickly.

For Lin Miao, this is already excellent.

The night quickly opened.

Lin Miao went to the kitchen to bring some food and went into the main room.

Luo Yan was still kneeling in front of Mr. Luo, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head slightly.

Lin Miao waited for a while, and felt that he had wiped the tears, so he went over and said, "Eat something."

Luo Yan muttered and wanted to get up.

But he knelt for too long, and his legs had already become numb.

The moment I got up, I sat back very quickly.

Lin Miao hurriedly helped him up, looked at Mr. Luo who was still asleep, and whispered: "The coffin will be delivered tomorrow."

Luo Yan didn't say anything.

Lin Miao said: "You really want to use the thin skin of grandpa?"

Luo Yan limped forward two steps and felt that he could land, so he let go of Lin Miao's hand.
Chapter completed!