Appropriate Vessel (1)

Jiang Chen wasn't sure why Shen Minyao was asking him about this, but even before he could answer her, Miss Xia already beat him to it. 

"No, we didn't." She shook her head. "Because it was painful for all of us, we decided that it might be best not to and decided to hold her funeral as soon as possible." 

Shen Minyao stood wordlessly in front of Bai Xinran's bedroom, and the scent of despair and helplessness soon reached her. Furthermore, there was a slight hint of pain from betrayal and anger that laced the complex emotional residue that was left by the deceased Bai Xinran. 

"Madam, forgive me for being blunt, but I think you made a grave mistake for not getting your daughter an autopsy," the fox woman said, watching as Bai Xinran's little brother ran inside the bedroom with a loud squeal, dispelling the heavy atmosphere in it.