His voice was a little sudden and even a little scary. His voice was cold, even colder than the night. He stood at the door and took a step forward. It was a bright room, but behind it was endless darkness.
His entire body seemed to be cold, but his gaze towards Ji Mianmian was still warm.
Both Ji Mianmian and Madam Murong were stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered. She stood up and ran to Murong Mian like a little bird.
Before she could reach him, he reached out to her.
Ji Mianmian placed her claws on it and asked with a smile,""You're done?"
After Murong Zhihong's death, the entire family had fallen into Murong Mian's hands. As the saying goes, death is more important than anything else, not to mention the fact that Murong Zhihong was a well-known person in the local area, so the funeral naturally couldn't be casual.
