Ye Xiao softly spoke to Tang Rong, whom he was holding in his arms, "Rongrong, shall we leave this place first? And your dad can't just lie here forever, right? Let the police sister take your dad to a clean place first, okay?"
"Can I follow along?" Tang Rong slowly lifted her head, her large watery eyes blinking twice as she asked.
Ye Xiao immediately shook his head. It wasn't out of cruelty, but he didn't want Tang Rong to continue seeing the middle-aged man, for if she did, Tang Rong would only become more heartbroken. A twelve-year-old girl's emotions aren't especially rich, and if she didn't see the deceased, perhaps Tang Rong's grief could be lessened.
Ye Xiao didn't want young Tang Rong to develop a shadow in her heart. Of course, having lost both her mother and father in a single month, if one were to say there was no shadow at all, even Ye Xiao wouldn't believe it!