"You ... You're talking nonsense. Your F * cking daughter is the bastard that can be ridden by tens of thousands of people. He's my son. He's Murong Mian ..." Madam Murong scolded.
Mrs. Jones glanced at Murong Mian, who was not involved in the matter, and sneered,""Ha ... Do you really think I'm an idiot? If he is Murong Mian, then what did you bury in the Murong family's ancestral grave a year ago? was it a stray dog?"
As she spoke, she stood up and took out a can of something from a cardboard box. She placed it on the table with a clang."Look at this. I had someone dig it out. Tell me, what's in this small jar?"
When Madam Murong saw this, she immediately started to struggle.
It was a bone ash box. She had bought the White ceramic bone ash box and put the ashes in it. It was her son, Landy.
