Luggage? That's a rather amateur question.
Knowing her husband met with an accident, a wife who's out of town would definitely rush back in a hurry. How could she even think about packing?
Anyone could have thought of this. Moreover, in this atmosphere, asking so directly seemed very abrupt. For a moment, Xiao Liu and Lao Xing both looked at Chen Xiao in puzzlement.
"Left it at the hotel..." the wife said faintly. It was obvious she was still immersed in the sorrow of losing a loved one and had no intention of paying attention to what question was asked. Even when she saw Chen Xiao's face just now, she showed no superfluous emotion.
And Chen Xiao... huh... How could he care about worldly matters? It's just that he had something on his mind right now. Otherwise, in front of a coffin he could breakdance, yell into a microphone in a funeral procession, use the flame from someone else's ritual paper to light up big sparklers. There's nothing he wouldn't do.
Ahem... I digress...
