Looking at Zhang Lan who was buried alongside Zhang Dajiang, Gong Tao wiped away a tear.
"Just like that, she's gone."
"Yes."
"But for Mom, it's a relief." Gong Zhuang glanced back as he left the cemetery. "Bro, will you come back for Qingming Festival..."
"We'll see." Gong Tao is relatively free now, but coming back brings a lot of hassle, like dealing with Gong Qiang's family.
Gong Zhuang looked at the grieving Gong Qiang, who needed support from others, and sneered. He really knew how to put on a show, always making sure to appear as the dutiful son.
Dong Li was all sorts of agitated today, anxious yet full of life at the thought of resolving matters soon.
"Xiao Yu."
"Xiao Yu." Seeing her son from afar, Dong Li called out excitedly.
Gong Xiaoyu really didn't want to go over. Over the past few nights as he kept watch at the memorial hall, he had thought about many things.
No one nagging by his ear made things clearer for Gong Xiaoyu.
