Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"After your grandmother passed away, I gave her almost no care and warmth when she was a child because of the resentment and resistance that I held in my heart for the sake of my career."

"And because she was afraid of my sternness, she never showed these lost emotions in front of me, so I didn't realize that she was so fragile and sensitive."

"That's why after encountering that incident, we will use evasion to deal with everything."

Saying that, the old man sighed heavily and looked back at Xiang Xing.

The corners of the old mouth twitched in relief, and there was a little relief in the eyes of the girl.

"I'm not really a good father, but at least she has become a good mother."

He raised his hand and patted Xiang Xing's shoulder lightly, "She brought you up alone and taught you to be so well-behaved and sensible... Stronger and more mature."

"..."

Xiang Xing pursed her lips slightly, and finally chose to default.

She didn't want to break the relief of the old man in front of her, it was too cruel.

"Fortunately, she left you to me."

The old man put the biscuit box aside, opened his arms, and embraced Xiang Xing.

He let out a long sigh of relief and quickly hidden those sad colors.

The glimmer of light in the bottom of his eyes reappeared, and he smiled casually, "Xiao Xing'er, when grandpa has dealt with those who are in trouble, he will take you back to Xiang's house in a beautiful way, okay?"

"..."

Xiang Xing paused and subconsciously glanced at Qin Yue who was not far away.

I don't know if he heard this.

In short, when he met her gaze, the man smiled lightly, nodding slightly as if acquiescing.

The little guy bit his pink lip.

Finally, he nodded vigorously: "Okay, Grandpa."

"well!"

With the answer of the little granddaughter, the old man smiled happily, supported her, and stood up together.

With her, they turned to Xiang Wen's tombstone, with a calm and firm voice, "Come, let's worship your mother together, and then go back."

"Um."

The girl nodded obediently.

The grandfather and grandson restrained all expressions and stood respectfully.

When he was about to bow, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong in the corner of his eyes.

She froze for a moment, her soft eyes blinked, and her eyes locked on the wrong place.

I saw that on Xiang Wen's black tombstone, there seemed to be some subtle inconsistencies in the color of the position.

The little guy was shocked by this discovery.

The pink lips were pursed tightly, and she couldn't help but stretch out her small hand and press it towards that position.

"...Xiao Xing'er, what are you doing?"

This move made Xiang Ting a little surprised, and he could not help frowning strangely and asked lightly.

However, when his voice fell, the stone tablet that Xiang Xing touched with his fingertips fell off directly and fell to the ground!

"This……!"

Xiang Ting was taken aback by this scene, his eyes widened.

How could this tombstone be destroyed like this!

Is it in disrepair, or...

When he was puzzled, he saw Xiang Xing swaying, suddenly crouched down quickly, and picked up the fragment of the tablet.

With his fingertips, he wiped lightly on the edge and touched the blackness of his fingertips.

There is also a faint ink smell coming from the nostrils.

Xiang Xing's eyes sank, his heart suddenly cold.

It was clearly just destroyed.

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