After this piece of advice, the two finally did not clash head-on anymore. Thus, in the eyes of the elderly man in the wheelchair, the tombstone was eventually lifted up and then steadily placed onto the grave. Of course, when it was being set up, it was Lin Yebai who angrily went to do it because the man beside him had no intention of helping. Xiaojin noticed this, so while assisting with the setup, he explained into the gentleman’s ear: "Sir, please don’t hold it against him. He’s too overwhelmed with grief to watch Aning being buried. That’s why he’s not moving at all." "Grieving? How come I see him looking completely indifferent?" Xiaojin was sweating profusely... How could he possibly be indifferent? That was his wife, after all. So he discreetly turned back to look once more. After confirming that the man standing behind the two of them indeed looked expressionless, Xiaojin was at a loss: "Maybe he’s numb from grief. You don’t even know, this time, he nearly died on the hospital’s operating table." "What did you say? Nearly died?" "Yeah, don’t you know? After Aning’s death, he was hit too hard, had a heart attack again, and ended up being whisked away by an emergency ambulance. By the time they reached the hospital, his heart had already stopped. It was that doctor named Ji Chengzhi who, using all his effort, managed to pull him back." Lin Yebai finally fell silent! Meanwhile, the elderly man in the wheelchair, who had been playing with a twig in his hand, also reacted when he heard this. Something flickered in his drooping old eyes, and the suspicion that had just been there vanished completely... Once the tombstone was set, the task was considered done. So Lin Yebai came over to push the elderly man, preparing to take him back. Ou Mucen saw this and didn’t intervene, planning to go home on his own. He was not familiar with the old man, and since Lin Yebai had been taking care of him for so long, it naturally was better to leave him in Lin Yebai’s care. Besides, given how much Lin Yebai cared for that woman, he believed he would take good care of him. So he followed behind, ready to leave. But just at that moment, the phone on the elderly man’s lap, pushed by Lin Yebai at the front, suddenly rang. Thus, from there, he heard Lin Yebai pick up his phone: "Hello? Doctor Qiu..." "Mr. Lin, have you come out yet?" "Almost, are you here?" "Yes, I thought since the old gentleman’s health isn’t too good, I’d come to pick him up. I’m waiting for you at the entrance." Lin Yebai hung up the phone and didn’t pay attention to Ou Mucen behind him. Upon hearing that the private doctor had already arrived, he quickened his pace, pushing the elderly man towards the entrance. Ou Mucen continued walking at a leisurely pace, since he had to take the same path back. However, he didn’t feel like walking with those two idiots in front. They greatly affected his mood. About two minutes later, when he exited the cemetery, what he saw was a tall, skinny young man with glasses carefully putting the elderly man into a car. He recognized him, so he stopped at the entrance. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N()velFire.net "Well, since you’ve come personally to pick him up, I won’t go. Take good care of him later." "Certainly, Mr. Lin. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him."