"What do you mean by that? I won't tolerate anyone sullying my wife in such a frivolous manner." Mr. Oster was incensed.
"Mr. Oster, we're telling the truth," Chi Jiao said firmly.
Chi Jiao and Quan Jue were so firm. Their eyes shone with a brilliant light that was rarely seen.
His tone softened, but his attitude remained cold. "My wife has passed away. Even if you let me see her, it's just an illusion."
"When a beloved has passed on, those left behind need comfort. That's why we have photos. This is something similar. Mr. Oster, are you sure you don't want to try?" Chi Jiao tilted her head and smiled.
Oster thought of his wife's weak face.
Even if it was fake, he still wanted to see her.
"What are you doing? Who let you in?" Greg realized that something was wrong and ran over with the security guards.
"Mr. Oster, if you reject us now, you will definitely regret it," Quan Jue said firmly.
