The love that Mr Song had for his only daughter was beyond what words could describe.
"Yaoyao."
Pei Yunge was silent for a moment. "Do you mind if I investigate the cause of your father's death?"
Song Yao was stunned for a moment before she looked up at Pei Yunge.
"Cause of death??"
Pei Yunge did not speak and only stared at her.
Song Yao's voice was a little hoarse. "Sure, thank…"
Pei Yunge put the sunhat on Song Ya's head, covering her face as well.
"I'll stand with you for a while. I'll send you home later, in case Auntie thinks too much."
Hearing Pei Yunge's voice, the emotions that Song Yao had suppressed for so many years, the strong front that she had put on crumbled completely.
In the beginning, she was only sobbing. However, after that, she could not help but bawl.
…
After sending Song Yao back, Pei Yunge finally realized that her clothes were wet.
