Yang Lin walked to the other side of the casket directly facing Niu Xiao.
"Ms. Niu, I know you are grieving, but you are going about it the wrong way."
The tone Yang Lin used was as though he was begging her to be reasonable, without passing any judgment. Niu Xiao raised her head to face those of Yang Lin, looking angry and defeated.
"Miss Zhang is dead...hahaaaha! Does that even make sense?!"
It wasn't as though she was expecting a response to what she asked, this time the tears trickled down her cheeks. Staggering back when she could no longer see the face of Zhang Mi through her tears.
"The body of the Young Miss has to be laid to rest, please respect the Zhang family even when you are grieving, if you look around there is no one that is delighted by your presence. You have paid your respect, it is time you leave."
Niu Xiao turned to see the faces of everyone and what she saw was almost the same, in them was revulsion, dislike, curiosity, arrogance, fright, sadness?