Speaking volumes.

Tension was what Alix felt when she walked into the room. Thick, chunky, beefy tension that could be cut through with a knife. Everyone was there, but no one was talking. There was nothing harmonious about the graveyard silence in the room. 

If she didn't know better, Alix would assume that the old madam was on her deathbed and these were relatives that had come to wish her farewell. 

She stood awkwardly in the entrance to the room, wondering whether she should approach her husband first, or his mother. Or perhaps the elders, since she had come to visit the sick patient. 

And then there were the strangers in the room. Well___, not strangers anymore since one was a son and another a grandson of the family. Wang Yue, Wang Yong and Na Na. Wang Yong was sticking to grandpa Zhang's side like sticky rice. Na Na, his mother was the same, only she was sticking to her husband.