Zimeng is a master of the six gods.

"Sister, listen to me... Come, listen to my brother."

Wang Hui held back his tears and pulled Zimeng up, "Don't be afraid, okay?"

Don't cry...you go find a clean set of your grandma's clothes and a clean towel, now..."

Zi Meng ran into the house like a wind, and Wang Hui listened to her crying while rummaging through the cabinets.

Not long after, a whole set of clothes was taken out.

"Brother, what's next?"

The little girl asked with tears in her eyes.

"Wipe your grandma, comb your hair, and wait for her to put her clothes on... The clothes in the funeral home are of poor quality and expensive."

Wang Hui said, "I am not convenient for you to leave it to you."

Xiao An, let’s avoid it first.”

After leaving the door, Xiao An looked at Wang Hui with a complicated expression: "Brother Hui, why do you understand so much?"

"I've done it several times, can I not understand?"

Wang Hui was silent after he said that.

Ten minutes later, Wang Hui and Xiao An accompanied Zimeng to watch the old lady's chest stop rising and falling.

Half an hour later, the funeral home car arrived downstairs.

Wang Hui and Xiao An accompanied Zimeng to the end.

The next day, the two of them helped to hold a small ceremony, which was the last farewell to the old lady.

In the hall where the ashes were collected, Zimeng held her grandmother's portrait and her eyes were straight.

Her tears were already dry.

"Zi Meng, after the matter is done, you will report it after you have a rest. Don't worry about work. With your brother here, you can do it anytime."

Wang Hui knew that comfort was useless.

"No, brother, if you don't dislike me, I'll report it the day after tomorrow, can I?"

Wang Hui nodded.
Chapter completed!