Guo Sufi and Zhang Cai took Zhang Xiaohu, Changge, and Chen Chen behind the house to pay respects at Grandmother's grave. Liu Qian busied herself with the meal alongside Zhang Xiaolong and Ji Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua did not lend a hand; instead, he held Zhang Bairen in his arms and taught Xiaohei and Xiaohuang how to walk. Over these past few days, the two little creatures had gradually come to understand Zhang Xiaohua's intentions. Before others, they stayed on the ground or on Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder. Only when no one was around did they fly through the air!
Everything had already been prepared. Guo Sufi and Liu Qian had been busy all morning, and all that remained was to set the dishes on the table. With a moment of leisure, Liu Qian pulled Zhang Xiaohua aside and quietly told him what she had noticed earlier!
Zhang Xiaohua shook his head like a rattle-drum and said only that he did not believe it.
He also brought up Zhang Xiaohu's current status. The Great Sect Leader of the Misty Sect was one of the foremost figures in the Jianghu. Though he was merely a puppet for now, the leader of the Incense-Passing Cult stood behind him. What trouble could possibly make Changge act that way?
But Liu Qian trusted her own judgment. "If you don't believe me, go ask Xiaohu himself. It was obvious. When Changge called Mother and Father, even he was caught off guard!"
"Really?" Zhang Xiaohua still did not believe it.
"Ah, then go ask Mother whether she feels the same as I do. If there really is something going on, you must ask more carefully. In our family, only you and Xiaohu wander the jianghu. We can't help you!"
"Mm, I understand, Sister-in-law!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded.
As they