Zhou Mingyu's funeral was postponed for several days because of the Li Family's troubles!
The light rain kept falling, pattering down continuously. Li Siru stood in front of the mourning hall, her face bloodless, as she bent over repeatedly to receive condolences, like a mechanical wooden puppet.
With Mr. Li's collapse, there wasn't a single person in the Li Family who could take charge; it was thanks to the help of the butler that the funeral was able to proceed smoothly.
As Li Siru bent over to express her thanks, she noticed two familiar pairs of feet in front of her and then slowly looked up.
Tu Meijiao sighed softly and said, "Can we talk?"
She didn't know where to direct her gaze; given that it was her mother's funeral, Li Siru calmly followed her out.
Lu Xinguo followed alongside, unchanged.
