Su Yang and Ji Changqing instinctively turned their heads.
Seeing the man with a tall figure walking slowly toward them, Su Yang's mind was filled with question marks. Why was he here?
Didn't Qiao Leling go to the airport to pick him up?
"Mrs. Wu," Song Shijing greeted as he approached the gravestone, inserting himself between Su Yang and Ji Changqing, separating the two.
Su Yang was squeezed aside, went over to Mrs. Wu, squatted down, and joined her in burning paper money, whispering, "Mrs. Wu, is our family well-acquainted with him?"
Mrs. Wu glanced at Song Shijing, who was paying respects at the old man's grave, "You mean Mr. Song?"
"Mhm."
"He and the young master are very close friends. He often helps the young master to visit the old madam, and he has helped the Song family a great deal. If not for him, the old master's company would have gone bankrupt long ago."