Early the next morning.
When the three arrived at the hospital from the hotel, the Shi family's butler was already waiting there.
"Young Madam, my condolences."
"Young Master Wangyue, my condolences."
A joyful expression immediately appeared on Liu Susu's grief-stricken face, but before she could speak, the butler, dressed in black, formally explained his purpose:
"The funeral home has been arranged, we'll go to the crematorium later."
"Is there no memorial service?" the hoarse voice of the young man asked.
"The master and madam found a fortune teller last night who calculated the date, and tomorrow morning is the most suitable time for the young master to be buried."
"So soon?" Liu Susu murmured, but she felt a sense of relief in her heart.
The terrifying image of the fool before his death kept flashing before her eyes last night, and she also hoped for him to be laid to rest soon, the sooner the better.
Luckily, the family had arranged for someone to come early today.
