Fu Sinian also stared at Shi Qian deeply. Shi Qian looked up and met his eyes. She even smiled at him. "Don't you think so, Brother Sinian?"
Fu Sinian's heart felt like a huge rock was pressing down on him, and he couldn't breathe.
What exactly was she doing?
If she had come today for the Guo family's matter, now that the matter had been resolved, why was she still keeping an eye on Song Ning?
Did she know something?
Fu Sinian kept staring at Shi Qian and closing his lips tightly, not answering her question. Song Ning still had a hint of hope that Fu Sinian would respond.
"Sinian, Shi Qian, the funeral isn't over yet. Let's go back to our seats first," Song Ning suggested.
Fu Sinian raised his long legs and turned to leave.
Shi Qian and Song Ning followed.
As soon as the three of them sat down, Wang Yue, who had helped Shi Qian get her shoes, took the initiative to walk over again.
