Lan Tingyun stretched out his trembling hands to remove the white cloth. The moment the forehead was exposed, he didn't dare to look.
He had recognized her as his daughter.
Lan Tingyun couldn't believe that his daughter was lying in the cold mortuary.
Li Yueru fainted from shock.
"My daughter!"
Old Mrs. Mo and Mo Shengli stood at the door.
Lan Tingyun walked out with a tired expression and asked coldly, "Who harmed my daughter?"
"The police are still investigating…"
Mo San looked at the Lan Family and spoke softly.
"I'm going to find that bastard and avenge my daughter."
Lan Tingyun didn't shed a single tear, but his face was full of sadness.
"Dad, look, Mom fainted." Lan Yanran held his mother and cried.
"Yanran, take good care of your mom, I'm going to the police station."
Lan Tingyun walked out coldly.
Soon, the news of Mo Jinrong's death spread throughout the business world.
