"Oh, she is Li Xiaoai, Li Shukang's daughter, that day we happened to pass by the Grand Times Square and wanted to have a light meal to rush back to the Special Economic Zone, the day before that day, Li Xiaoai received the bad news of her father's death and was very depressed, alas~" Lan Xue turned around and glanced inside, Li Xiaoai was still expressionless, her eyes were lowered and there was no luster, and occasionally when she came back to her senses, she also put the gloomy focus on her father in the coffin.

No, there are fathers and daughters, but what about mothers? Shouldn't a whole family be made up of three people?

I was wondering why Li Shukang's wife, Li Xiaoai's mother, was not there when a neatly dressed and elegant woman walked into the hall from behind Lan Xue in front of me. The entourage behind the woman did not step into the hall, but remained neatly in the open space outside the foyer.

The woman in the black coat looked calm and generous, with steady steps, and she could be recognized at a glance as a strong woman with identity and status. She stood in front of Li Shukang's body and bowed, paused slightly when she bent over, and then walked to the statue and stopped again, looking at the statue motionless, just like that, three minutes passed. The whole hall was silent, and there were only two people.

"Mom." Li Xiaoai opened his mouth and shouted.

"Hmm." Li Xiaoai's mother answered but didn't look back at her, her expression was still cold, staring at the portrait and not knowing what to think in her head.

No more words, time seemed to stand still between the two, the hall was silent again, Li Xiaoai focused on her father's body, and the woman in black faced the portrait of the deceased, as if there was a deep rift in front of the mother and daughter, an unbridgeable chasm.

"Come back to Hong Kong with me." The woman turned to Li Xiaoai and said in a calm voice, only paused at her feet, and didn't even look at her daughter directly.

"..."Silent refusal.

The woman paused for two seconds, and left the hall without raising her head, her expression cold as ice. The entourage followed her and left the funeral home in the car, and the whole process was coherent as if nothing had happened, which made people suspect that she and Li Xiaoai would have been a family.

I have to sigh, sure enough, it is a cold place from a high place, these people with a prominent family background are really Mount Tai Ling, a glance at the mountains and small things, in their eyes the big things are just a small thing like a cloud of smoke. Do they really feel like family? I looked back at Li Xiaoai, who was still gloomy in my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

"Then I'll go in first." Lan Xue motioned to me.

I nodded and looked at the send-off, and I had to keep silent about what I wanted to explain to Li Xiaoai.