Murong Zhihong's death was not a small matter. It concerned his entire family and company. The funeral, the cemetery, and the venue for the condolence had to be arranged.
"Thank you for your hard work," Madam Murong nodded.
"It's nothing, it's nothing ... This is what I should do. " Ji Mianmian carefully observed Madam Murong's expression. She realized that she only looked Haggard and did not seem to be very sad. She was even more worried. She had experienced the heart-wrenching pain. She knew that the calmer she looked, the deeper the pain in her heart.
The death of Mr. Murong was a fatal blow to Madam Murong.
Madam Murong reached out to pull out the needle from the back of her hand, but Ji Mianmian quickly stopped her.""Hey, Madam, you can 'T. You haven't finished losing yet."
"I'm fine. I don't need an IV. " Madam Murong insisted on pulling it out.
