Leading the way was a white-haired, taciturn woman, who appeared to be around fifty years old. Following behind her was a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a smile that made her seem kind and gentle. However, a fleeting calculating glint in her eyes made Ye Qianzhi realize that this woman was probably not as straightforward as she seemed.,Two people walked to the table and put a bowl of white porridge and a small bowl of red braised meat on it.,After the doctor's diagnosis, he told the Song family that there was no cure for the illness and asked them to prepare for a funeral.。