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"Young Sir, you got me to check where Ms. Mo's burial place was, but I couldn't find it."
Ye Xiaotian glanced up. "What do you mean by this?"
"I checked all the cremation records and many cemeteries, but I couldn't find it. Maybe her family didn't bury her, or buried her somewhere else. This, I've no way of finding out. I'm afraid only her family will know."
"Get people to keep a lookout over her family. After some time, they will definitely go and pay respects to her."
"Yes, Young Sir."
Ye Xiaotian grasped the sofa firmly, unable to comprehend the situation.
"Xiaotian." Mrs. Ye appeared with her bag slung over her shoulder.
He turned to look at her. "Mother."
Mrs. Ye sat down beside him and asked, "It's been so long. How long more will you continue being like this?"
"What?"
