When that coffin was carried out, the expression on Mrs. Yu's face turned overwhelmingly mournful. Her full, chapped lips trembled incessantly as she walked over slowly, her voice tinged with tears, "Zhen'er, my dear Zhen'er..."
She trembled as she touched the coffin, as if gently caressing a young child. After rubbing her hands softly for a moment, she said, her eyes red, "Open the coffin."
Everyone instinctively took a big step back, but there were a few who did not retreat at all.
The crowd stared at Zhao Shao Hua, Jiang Erlang, and the woman whom Young Madam Zhao referred to as "Doctor Xu" standing still at the front, somewhat dazed.
Were they not afraid?
After all, it was a corpse that had been dead for more than half a year!
Because Zhao Shao Hua had his back to the others, they did not see the shock and loss of color on his face when the coffin was opened.
Zhao Shao Hua couldn't help but glare at Mrs. Yu, "What is this... What have you done, Mrs. Yu?!"
