Qin Mengying had gone to Italy these past few days to attend a conference, bringing Luoluo with her, leaving her in the care of Aunt Ou.
Because she was at a closed conference, she was unaware of everything happening outside. By the time she received the news of Xia Molin's death, it was already three days later.
Upon hearing the news, she immediately bought a plane ticket for that day and rushed back with Luoluo.
"Mommy, what happened to Sister Xiaoxun?"
"Sister Xiaoxun's father has passed away," Qin Mengying stroked Luoluo's hair as she sighed heavily.
She had explained to Luoluo what death and passing away meant, and the young girl immediately showed a sad expression upon hearing "passed away," her eyes brimming with tears, "Sister Xiaoxun must be very sad? We need to comfort and help Sister Xiaoxun!"
Qin Mengying hugged her daughter, "Yes, Luoluo, be good."
