As they conversed, Mother Qin suddenly answered a call, responding with a couple of "hmms" before sighing deeply. "Mourn the loss. She was so young," she lamented, then ended the call abruptly.
Meeting the gaze of Shen Qi and Qin Chi, Mother Qin shook her head slightly. "It's Song Shiqian. That child was merely in her twenties. She tragically passed away in a car accident last night, and her body... how pitiable."
"In a few days, the Song family will hold the funeral. Our families share a good relationship with them. We can't avoid attending."
Mother Qin touched Shen Qi's head gently and reflected, "Truly, the unpredictability of life. Sometimes, it's difficult to discern whether tomorrow or an accident will arrive first. Thankfully, our Qiqi is fortunate and blessed."
Shen Qi's eyes shimmered faintly, "Indeed."
You see, she did mention attending Song Shiqian's funeral; she'll have to go, after all.