When Qin Ye was about to speak, he himself broke the silence, "They are not conveniently able to come, so I came instead."
Upon hearing this, Old Sir Qin, although slightly regretful that they could not come, could only nod his head.
"Alright, then it's the same if they come next time. By the way, that suitcase you're holding looks very heavy, let me take it from you."
Seeing his grandson for the first time, there was a faint desire to please him in his heart.
"No need..." Qin Ye looked at him, his expression somewhat somber, "What's inside here are the urns of Grandma and my parents."
Old Sir Qin was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, and then his hands that stretched out began to tremble.
Qin Zhen was genuinely afraid that it would be too much for him, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"Grandfather, don't rush, let Qin Ye take out the urns first."
