"I'll wait for you tonight. Don't lie to me, you know the consequences!"
Lan Yaxin sighed softly at Mo Jinrong.
She strode to the door and swaggered out of the office.
She didn't care how others looked at her, as long as she held Mo Jinrong firmly in her hand, she wasn't afraid of anything.
The next day.
Qin Hao's memorial service was held in Rong City's cemetery.
Today, everyone was dressed in black with white flowers pinned to their chests and solemn expressions.
"Qin Tian, Qin Xue, I pity the two of you. Wasn't he fine yesterday? Why did he pass away so suddenly?"
Wu Dailin was clearly surprised.
Yesterday, Qin Hao was still energetic, but today, he had become a cold tombstone. He was a little scared.
Qin Xue stared at her father's tombstone, her heart was full of guilt. She regretted treating her father like that yesterday. If she had known, she definitely wouldn't have done so.
