There was a memorial tablet in front of him! Elder Gong walked up and lit an incense stick. He bowed a few times before inserting it into the incense burner.
"I've brought him here," Elder Gong stood up, removed the photo frame, and wiped it with his sleeve.
Mo Cheng turned around and looked at the photos in the room. His throat was dry and thirsty! His Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly walked forward and reached out to touch the portrait.
The woman in the photo had eyes as tender as water, just like back then.
"I ..." A sense of guilt welled up in mo chenghuan's heart.
"Pa!" At this moment, a photo frame fell to the ground. Mo Cheng hounded down to pick it up and gently wiped it. His eyes were a little red.
As a man, if he wanted to support the mo family, he had to support the past grudges. He couldn't even cry out for injustice. He had been particularly tired over the years!
