The next afternoon, Qin Lin, Fatty Qi, and Tang Kexin picked up Lin Qingyue. The group of four then drove toward the city of Yicheng.
"This should be the place."
After driving to a village in Yicheng, Qin Lin located a specific house based on photos Su Qian had posted on social media before she died.
"Excuse me, is this Su Youde's home?"
"That's right. I'm Su Youde." The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Lin. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
"Hello, I'm a friend of Su Qian's. I've come to lay her ashes to rest."
"What took you so long?" Su Youde's eyes lit up. "Just leave the ashes with me. You can go now."
"Su Qian's last wish was to be buried with her parents."
Qin Lin's brow furrowed. He sensed something was wrong with Su Youde's demeanor. "That's why we intend to bury her next to her parents' graves ourselves."
"We don't know where her parents' graves are. Could you take us to see them?"
