Taking a step towards her father, she unconsciously stopped.
Qiao Haoting, however, took two quick steps and came to his daughter, then slowly raised his arm.
"dad!"
Qiao Yujun let out a low cry, stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, crying out in pain.
Without speaking, Qiao Haoting just tightened his arms and patted her back gently.
Song Zihan walked up to Luo Jun and Chu Xiaochen, and slowly bent down to them, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for teaching my daughter."
"Uncle Song!" Chu Xiaochen stretched out her arms to help him up, "Don't talk about the past..."
"Mr. Luo." A staff member walked over quickly, "The time is up, you can go in."
Luo Jun hugged Chu Xiaochen's waist, "Let's go in."
The two of them walked to the farewell hall together. Song Zihan walked up to Qiao Yujun and patted her shoulder gently, "Yujun, it's time to go in."
Straightening up from his father's arms, Qiao Yujun leaned weakly on Song Zihan and walked with him to the venue, wiping her tears while walking for a while.
In the farewell hall.
Qiao Wei closed her eyes and lay among a field of white chrysanthemums.
Her face, which had been deformed due to the car accident, had been retouched and she wore heavy makeup. Despite this, it could still be seen that her face was a little weird.
This woman was always proud.
At this time, apart from her family, the only people who came to see her off were Chu Xiaochen and Luo Jun. They were extremely deserted.
He walked up to Luo Jun and put the chrysanthemum in his hand on her chest. Chu Xiaochen sighed softly.
Luo Jun patted her shoulder and led her aside.
Qiao Haoting then stepped forward and placed the flower on his granddaughter's chest. Looking at the young but pale face, the old man stretched out his palm to support her cold fingers.
Finally, he couldn't control the situation, his shoulders twitched, and he cried silently.
Yang Lin stepped forward and handed over the handkerchief.
"Mr. Qiao."
Qiao Haoting took a deep breath, took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, and let Yang Lin help him walk aside.
The last ones to come forward were Song Zihan and his wife. This was the first time Qiao Yujun saw her daughter's body after the accident.
Looking at Qiao Wei's face, she couldn't control it anymore and threw herself on her body and cried bitterly.
Song Zihan stood beside her, her eyes glistening with tears behind her lenses.
Even if she made a huge mistake, she is still her biological daughter. Needless to say, the bitterness of giving it to a person with black hair and a person in white clothes.
At this moment, looking at his daughter, he felt even more annoyed.
Ever since they got married, the relationship with Qiao Yujun has not been good. He spent more time on scientific research and his own work, neglecting his daughter.
The assistant came over and helped Qiao Wei away. Song Zihan held Qiao Wei's arm and cried bitterly.
"Xiao Wei, Dad is sorry for you. It's all Dad's fault... If Dad could care more about you before, maybe things wouldn't be like this... Xiao Wei, I'm sorry..."
This man, who has always been deep and low-key, just cried with tears all over his face.
Qiao Yujun listened to his voice, but her heart hurt like a knife.
Parting is always painful, and no amount of tears can change the situation.
The staff came forward and pushed Qiao Wei away.
"Xiaowei!"
Qiao Yujun couldn't control her emotions and rushed over to grab Qiao Wei's corpse cart while crying again. Several assistants were busy supporting her.
This woman, who had always been strong, clung to the corpse cart tightly, her voice was hoarse and she couldn't even speak, but she still screamed.
