He wasn't sure if it was Amo that had given the hospital staff special instructions.
White candlesticks were placed all around Yuan Meili's operating bed, within a radius of two to three meters, with white candles lit on them. Each of them was more than halfway burned, seemingly lit for a considerable time now.
Amo, like Qiao Xiaon'an, looked over sorrowfully, "Let's hold mother's funeral at the Oriental Pearl. The graveyard has already been purchased at the Kunshan Graveyard, a place with excellent geomancy."
She was just quietly listening.
Amo has always been so efficient in handling matters.
She had only been unconscious for three and a half hours, and he had already bought the grave for her mother.
She was thankful in her heart, but she really did not want to say another word.
With heavy steps, she walked over to Yuan Meili's side, getting closer and closer, until she was leaning on the edge of the surgery bed before halting.
Her heart felt empty.
