With his sharp eyes, Li Qingcang saw that Lu Qingxin was still alive. He silently looked at Ye Tianxin and tightly held her.
"Come on, don't be afraid. I'm here for you."
Li Qingcang's voice was soft and gentle, and Ye Tianxin immediately regained her composure.
She hesitated for a while but still said to Li Qingcang, "Let's call the police and see if she can be saved."
"Okay."
Li Qingcang pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly with a gentle smile on his lips.
His little wife was so adorable.
After Li Qingcang called the police, the police in Shenhai City would check on her and verify the relevant situation.
Ye Tianxin wasn't merciful, but she didn't think that even the police could help right now.
Grandma Li's funeral was held in a funeral home.
Li Qingcang wore a black suit, and Ye Tianxin wore a little black dress.
A dull color like black on Ye Tianxin's body made her look a bit more dignified.
