Zhou Liying changed into a black coloured mourning dress. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw her eyes were puffy because of crying. They were also red.
She took a deep breath and came out of the hotel room. She looked at Mu Yuehan.
"I am sorry for your loss." He bowed toward her and looked down with hurt in his eyes.
"Look at you, even you are sad at his death, unlike my uncle and aunt." She scoffed and made her way toward the elevator, followed by Mu Yuehan.
She pulled out her phone and decided to give a call to her uncle, to tell him about her grandpa.
"He is no more." She took a deep breath to stop the sobs from leaving her lips. "I am going to his memorial right now. I hope you will handle everything."
"Don't worry about work. You tell me, how are you feeling?" Zhou Yonge asked in a fatherly tune. There was worry and concern in his voice. "Do you need my shoulder to cry upon?"
