"In the end, it was my fault that this child suffered..." Xiao Zongting said, his face full of self-reproach.
He recalled that years ago, his wife, while pregnant, had died in childbirth due to anxiety over his safety. Although Xiao Baijiao survived, he was left with a lifelong ailment.
Ruan Fengshan, fearing Xiao Zongting would dwell on the past if they continued this topic, immediately changed the subject, asking, "Have you checked the date for the burial?"
"I've consulted Mr. Li from East Street. It was originally chosen for the sixth hour of today's afternoon!" Xiao Zongting's face flashed with a trace of worry. "But now there's the incident at the government office! I wonder if we'll be able to leave the city on time?"
