"Let's go home and see what's missing."
Xiaoying repeated what Su Qing had just said. Qiu Yongkang admired Su Qing's intelligence,
"Su Qing is right. It might be killing for money."
You go; we stay here."
"Thank you."
Su Qing glanced at Qiu Yongkang and thanked him. He had thought of everything so that they wouldn't be in a hurry to prepare for their Godmother's funeral.
Qiu Yongkang did not expect Su Qing to thank him. He was stunned for a moment before shaking his head.
"Thank you for what? It's what I should do."
Su Qing glanced at him and didn't say anything else. She took Xiaoying and hurried to the Godmother's house.
When they entered the courtyard and saw the dark and empty house, Xiaoying cried. In the past, no matter how late they came home, they would always see the light that their Godmother had left for them. Now, no one would leave the light on for them anymore, and no one would wake up in the middle of the night to cover her with a blanket.
