Old Man Xian stood in front of the Old Woman's husband's tombstone with his cane. He stared at the tombstone silently and sighed softly, "Old Wan, even though I kowtow to you, do you dare to accept it? Xing Jia doesn't know about it. It's just that I don't want her to feel that the people around her are too preposterous. You know very well what you did that time."
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In the distance, in the guard post outside the cemetery,
Mrs. Qin was talking to the guard about the current price of the cemetery in G City. She was sighing at the fact that the price of the cemetery was more expensive than some of the houses in the city.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Old Woman walking slowly. She hurriedly stood up and stepped forward to support her. "Mom."
Mrs. Qin knew that her mother was unwilling to meet Old Man Xian. She looked over the Old Woman's shoulder at the cemetery. When she saw that he was still standing there, she said, "He …"
