Old Mrs. Sun saw she couldn't stop Sun Fengshou, so she quickly found the ancestral dog-skin hat from their house and put it on Sun Fengshou.
As Sun Fengshou was leaving, he glanced at Qi Dalian, "Don't worry, I will definitely help handle your sister-in-law's funeral. You shouldn't be anxious at home and fret, turning to worry instead."
Qi Dalian nodded, her voice choked with emotion, "Fengshou, thank you for your hard work."
By the time Sun Fengshou reached the riverside again, it was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, almost everyone in the village, men and women, old and young, were there to watch the commotion.
Before Sun Fengshou could get close, he heard Mrs. Xun's vicious scolding, "What does this Xing family woman's death have to do with my son? Don't slander my son; it wasn't my family Shanhe who made her die.
Look at her, she's covered with some unknown wild man's clothes. Hmph, this little slut might've been cavorting with someone in the wild."
