Zhang Ling, Hold My Hand

The ominous feeling from earlier continued until Sovereign Aqua saw them arrive at the big funeral home. Cherry Wen helped Sovereign Aqua out of the car and even pulled her towards the funeral service hall for Liu Qiu. She turned behind them, and she noticed that Zhang Ling was looking around.

Among the rows of cars in the parking lot, Zhang Ling tried to find a certain red mustang. However, it seemed that he didn't come. Then again, he was working in a faraway province; there was no way he could have gone to Crimson City in a few hours.

The mother walked into the funeral hall even if she was in her OL outfit. Her heels echoed loudly against the floor, but it was just hers. Other people who were walking around would also produce footsteps if they were wearing heels as high as hers.