Although Jia Zhenzhen was old and skinny like a bag of bones, she still looked somewhat similar to her mother.
Jia Zhenzhen remained silent. For some reason, she looked unhappy. In fact, she seemed slightly displeased. She turned her head to the side and stared coldly at the tomb.
"Jiang Guanyu buried her in this kind of place? All these years, has he ever come to see her?"
Jiang Ruolan hesitated for a moment. "Only once or twice a few years ago. He hasn't been here since then."
"In the last twenty years, he's only been here once or twice?" Jia Zhenzhen's expression changed to colder.
