As expected, Ye Fenglin had already become sullen at the moment.
"Give it to me!"
Ye Fenglin reached his hand out to the old lady and stared at her very fiercely.
The old lady's neck shrank under his gaze. However, she didn't give him the posthumous marriage certificate in her hand out immediately, but turned to Lu Zijia weakly.
After Lu Zijia nodded and agreed, she then passed it to Ye Fenglin immediately.
Ye Fenglin saw their interaction, but he wasn't in the mood to care about them right now.
When he saw that the so-called posthumous marriage certificate in his hand really had her daughter's date of birth and eight characters of horoscope, as well as the blood and her hair, even if Ye Fenglin didn't believe these things, he couldn't help feeling extremely furious in his mind.
"What else do you have to say?"
