Huo Shiqian then slowly loosened his grip on Su Yimo's clothes.

Old Master Huo sighed, "It's too late to turn back now. Let's go back to Haicheng to prepare for the funeral and give him a proper send-off."

Unable to accept this sudden blow, Su Jing fainted from crying...

......

Qiao Wanwan asked for leave for the two children and took them on a private plane to Haicheng.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Xiao Jiu asked curiously.

Qiao Wanwan held back her tears and said, "Mommy's grandfather has passed away. Let's go see him off on his final journey."

Where did he go? Did he go on vacation?

"He has gone to heaven. He will be watching over us from heaven, but we will never see him again."

Xiao Jiu gently hugged her, "Mommy, don't be sad, Xiao Jiu and your brothers will always be with you..."

Qiao Wanwan silently shed tears, "Mmm..."

Upon arriving in Haicheng, the group immediately took Old Su's body to the Su family's old residence.

Just as Mr. Su said, the Su family's old house is antique and elegant, and every plant and tree is very well-made.

It's a pity that Old Su can no longer take her sightseeing.

"Wanwan," Huo Shiqian said as he walked over, "I've had someone clean up the room that Momo used to live in for you."

"No need." Qiao Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable. "There are guest rooms, right? I'll stay in a guest room."

"No, that room is on the second floor, it's considered the secondary master bedroom, it should belong to you. Don't worry, I've already had all the furniture replaced, there's no trace of Momo at all, you can stay here without worry."

Qiao Wanwan couldn't refuse, so she said, "Okay, thank you."

“MoMo came too, saying she wanted to see Grandpa off on his final journey. Since I have no evidence, I can’t do anything to her, otherwise it wouldn’t be right.” Huo Shiqian’s face turned cold. “I’ve arranged for her to stay in the guest room; that’s where she should be.”