Mu Xiaojiu looked at Baili Xia, concealing all emotions.
He spoke lightly, "Mu Xuri's body was discovered by us a few days ago."
Baili Xia's body noticeably trembled for a moment, and she looked up at Mu Xiaojiu.
"Really? He... is dead?"
As soon as she uttered those words, she felt that the question was redundant.
There was no need to ask; how could Uncle deceive her about such matters?
Yet Mu Xiaojiu still nodded lightly and continued, "Regarding the matter of your grandfather, I will hold a press conference today to formally clarify."
"As for the funeral date, it's set for tomorrow."
Baili Xia's fingertips moved, her moist eyes widening.
Arranging a funeral for Grandpa tomorrow, it came so suddenly that she wasn't at all prepared.
Mu Xuri died a few days ago, why didn't Uncle tell her earlier?
Baili Xia's eyes were completely shrouded in complexity.
Uncle was apologizing to her for what he had done in the past.
But the more he did this, the more it reminded her.
