20 minutes later, Qin Feng and the intern arrived at the deceased's doorstep.
The village chief had already contacted the deceased's parents in advance and invited them to the door.
The two elderly people walked over unsteadily, their eyes filled with exhaustion and sorrow.
The door slowly opened, revealing a two-story house with a yard.
The courtyard was tidy, with faint traces of flowers and plants that had once been carefully tended.
The entire house exuded a sense of tranquility and warmth, in stark contrast to the sorrow permeating the air at the moment.
Qin Feng turned to the two elders, speaking in a low and sincere tone, "We are deeply saddened by what has happened. Please accept our deepest condolences and take care of yourselves."
As soon as he spoke, the two elders could no longer hold back their emotions and immediately began to weep.
They choked out, "He was our only son...now that he's gone, how are we supposed to live..."
