The convoy didn't go to the provincial government; it headed straight to the funeral home.
Chen Shouyi stared blankly out of the window. Coming back to his senses, he asked Bai Xiaoling, "Do you have a white envelope?"
"Yes! Yes!" Bai Xiaoling quickly took out a prepared white envelope from her small bag, the black character "奠" on it was particularly striking.
Chen Shouyi took it, realizing it was already stuffed with some money. He didn't mind, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket.
The funeral home arrived quickly, and a large crowd was already there to greet them at the door.
"Zzi!"
The convoy stopped.
Chen Shouyi, dressed in a black suit, got out of the car, his expression stern.
