"..." Xu Xiuxiu stared blankly for a moment, "Where's elder sister?" With such a big incident happening at home, she should have known, and it's impossible for her to not show up.
"She went to contact our uncles to discuss funeral arrangements and talk about the shroud," Xu Qingqing explained, seemingly exhausted from crying so much.
"Then I'll go check on our dad." Xu Xiuxiu, holding Little Baby, turned her head to look at Xu Jingjing, who was kneeling in front of the white cloth holding Little Moon, "Second sister, please watch over Si Ya for me, and also keep an eye on Little Moon and Cheng Guang." Xu Xiuxiu found herself stretched too thin at the moment. Xu Jingjing was too emotionally unstable, and Xu Xiuxiu didn't trust her to hold Little Baby. Xu Qingqing was pregnant which also worried her, but she herself couldn't manage three children alone, and with Mrs. Xu's passing, as a daughter, she had a lot to handle.
