Early the next morning.
When the three of them hurried from the hotel to the hospital, the Shi family's butler was already waiting there.
"Madam, please accept my condolences."
"Master Wangyue, my condolences."
Liu Susu's face, filled with grief, immediately showed a hint of relief. Before she could speak, the butler, dressed in black, explained the purpose of his visit in a businesslike manner:
"The funeral home has been arranged, we will go to the crematorium later."
"Is there no memorial service?" asked the hoarse-voiced young man.
"The master and madam have already sought out a master last night and chosen the date. Tomorrow morning is the most suitable day for the burial of the young master."
"So soon?" Liu Susu hesitantly spoke, feeling a sense of relief inside.
The terrifying sight of the fool before his death kept appearing before her eyes last night. She also hoped he could be buried as soon as possible, the sooner the better.
