Ruan Mengmeng's cold attitude crushed ruan zhaotian's last bit of hope.
He had originally wanted to persuade Chen Qingzhi through Mengmeng to at least leave the old master's ashes behind.
However, when he made this request, he saw his daughter and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Ruan zhaotian would never understand. That day, after he had given ruan Mengmeng such a ruthless slap in the hospital, his daughter had died.
He had forgotten that that day was his beloved daughter's birthday.
He had also forgotten that day, his daughter should have been wearing a white veil, standing in the church, hand in hand with him, and handed over to another man.
"Begging me won't do me any good. I'm just following grandfather's last wish." Ruan Mengmeng looked coldly at the man who was about to kneel down in front of her.
Her eyes, which were as clear as water, trembled slightly.
