Luo's mother felt distressed when she saw Luo Qi like this. She quickly stepped forward and held him back, "Ah Qi, be good and stop making trouble. If you keep making noise here, Qian Yun will definitely be angry."

Apparently, as to how to make Luo Qi obedient, Luo's mother knew to move Luo Qianyun out of the bank.

As expected, Luo Qi calmed down immediately, "I can't let my sister get angry."

But even though she said that, she still shed tears of grievance.

Luo Qi inherited his father's and mother's facial features, and looked even more delicate than Pei Xianxian's.

It's a pity that because of the head injury, his wisdom remained at that time. Otherwise, with his appearance and family background, he wouldn't have to worry his family too much.

Luo's mother wiped her tears and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry. Don't you like eating cake? Mommy will ask someone to take you to eat cake, okay?"

"Let's eat cake together with my sister." Luo Qi said while crying.

"Your sister..." Luo's mother's eyes couldn't help but turn red, "From now on, your sister is only Xianxian. To be honest, Xianxian is your biological sister."

Luo Qi angrily shook off Luo's mother's hand, "No, Qianqian, my sister..."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Looking at 놛's back, Luo's mother could only sigh.

Unable to find his sister, Luo Qi squatted in the corner and cried aggrievedly. No one else cared about it, and the security guards just promised to make sure he didn't run away.

Many people came to the scene today, including Luo Qianyun's colleagues, classmates and friends. Everyone found it hard to believe that Luo Qianyun was gone.

But who jokes about death?

Song Yunjing and Luo Qianyun also joined the team, but compared to Song Yunjing's openness, Luo Qianyun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was wearing a hat and a mask.

"This memorial service looks very practical at first glance, but it's actually not like that," Song Yunjing said in a low voice.

"It's really perfunctory." Luo Qianyun pointed at a flower and said, "I hate this color of lily the most."

"Didn't you like Bai Baihe before?" Song Yunjing asked puzzledly.

"You hate the house and the crow. Lu Yan used this flower to confess to you at first. Now it's really disgusting to see it." Luo Qianyun said.

Hearing this, Song Yunjing couldn't help but sigh: "Poor Lily, her reputation has been ruined by Lu Yan."

Luo Qianyun accidentally saw Luo Qi in the corner. In fact, Luo Qi squatting in the corner was really alone. Maybe it was because she was used to Luo Qi always hiding when he was sad. After looking for him many times, she would always develop a subconscious habit.

"You go and admire 놖's remaining photos first, and 놖 will go find brother 놖." Luo Qianyun said.

Song Yunjing followed Luo Qianyun's line of sight and saw Luo Qi, "Why is that idiot hiding there? Let me take you there."

"No, don't forget that you still have a mission." Luo Qianyun patted the back of Song Yunjing's hand, "Go there by yourself."

Thinking of the task assigned by Luo Qianyun, Song Yunjing immediately took out his mobile phone and said, "I promise to complete the task."

Luo Qianyun retracted her gaze and turned her wheelchair towards Luo Qi...

"Woo woo...sister..."

"Wherever you go, I'll go too..."

"Mom said you were dead, but I didn't believe it. My sister won't die..."

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Luo Qi cried as he spoke, tears falling non-stop, and his hands did not forget to pull the grass in front of him.

Luo Qianyun sat behind Luo Qi, listening to 놛's nagging, "Brother, stop crying."

It turned out that she wanted to wait for her brother to find her and then give her a surprise, or maybe a scare.

But obviously, she didn't say anything, so her brother could keep crying.

Although he seemed to hear Luo Qianyun's voice, Luo Qi thought it was an illusion and continued crying the next second.

Helpless, Luo Qianyun could only stretch out his finger and poke 놛's back, "Brother, if you don't talk to 놖, 놖 can leave."

This time, feeling the power from behind, Luo Qi turned around with trepidation and bumped into Luo Qianyun's smiling eyes.

At this time, Luo Qianyun had taken off his mask and greeted him openly, "Brother, why don't you eat your cake instead of crying here?"

As soon as he saw Luo Qianyun, Luo Qi burst into tears again.

After crying for a long time, she pulled Luo Qianyun's skirt with one hand and wiped her tears, "Sister, I don't want to eat cake anymore... I won't eat it anymore in the future..."

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't that your favorite?" Luo Qianyun handed the tissue to 놛.

"I don't want you to be angry. I don't want you to be angry anymore." Luo Qi.

Luo Qianyun said helplessly: "Why would I be angry because you ate the cake?"

"Xixian said that you were angry because I ate the cake and you were so angry that you died." Having said this, Luo Qi burst into tears.

"You believe her lies?" Luo Qianyun was so angry that she laughed. "Did she ever care about you eating cake?"

"Yes..." Luo Qi nodded weakly, "When we were gone, you didn't let me eat the cake."

Luo Qianyun had a question mark on her forehead. It took her a long time to remember that it happened in the third grade of junior high school. It's a pity that she can't remember it now.

There was no other way, Luo Qianyun could only explain that she would not ignore him, and then reassure him that she was really not dead.

Meanwhile, because Song Yunjing took photos at the memorial service, Luo's mother, accompanied by Pei Xianxian, was ordering her to delete the photos.

"Yun Jing, I know you are Qianyun's good friend, and I am very sad to hear the news of Qianyun's death. But today's occasion is not suitable for taking pictures, so you should delete the photos." Pei Xianxian said softly.

Hearing this, Song Yunjing tightly gripped her phone, "That won't work. The photos have been deleted. How can I post them on Weibo or Moments?"

"You still want to post on Weibo?" Luo's mother was really angry at Song Yunjing's words. "Your good friend died, and you still posted on WeChat Moments. Qianyun has always treated you as a good friend. It's fine if you don't feel sad, but you're using her death to attract attention."

"Mom, don't be angry, Yunjing, don't deliberately make mom angry. I know you must be blaming me and Lu Yan, but there was nothing we could do given the situation at the time. If possible, I would rather be the one to die." Pei Xianxian said, tears quietly sliding down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Song Yunjing's friends around her also advised her to delete the photos.

After all, it is customary not to take photos at memorial services, and even if photos are taken, they must be approved by the family.

Obviously, the family disagrees.

Under everyone's persuasion, Song Yunjing fiddled with her phone for a while, then turned the screen to face Luo's mother and Pei Xianxian.

Everyone thought she had deleted the photo, but she said, "I posted it on Weibo. If you are interested, you can forward it."

Good man, this made Luo's mother very angry.

"Thanks to Qianyun for treating you as a good friend, how could you treat her like this? You take pleasure in her death, how can you be so vicious?" After Luo's mother finished speaking, the people around her also pointed fingers at Song Yunjing.

Song Yunjing, however, didn't seem to care at all. "You know better than me who is taking pleasure in her death."

늀At this time, someone was curious about what Song Yunjing posted,늀 and clicked on her Weibo.

This is not a big deal, seeing that Luo's mother and Pei Xianxian's eyes are different, "Song Yunjing, is the gossip you posted on Weibo true?"