as yu minghui spoke, she arrogantly looked at yu tingchuan. " second brother, why don't you tell us? you're the one who's most concerned about grandpa's funeral. "
"what did he say?" yu tingchuan's left hand was still holding song qincheng's hand as he spoke. " grandpa is still lying here. who doesn't want to stay and guard him? if the old man in the underground knows, he probably won't force him. "
his tone was normal, but yu minghui kept his mouth shut.
this kind of yu minghui reminded song qincheng of a monkey who liked to rub the tiger's butt. he would bare his fangs and brandish his claws to provoke her, but when the tiger really turned to look at her, she would not dare to be impudent again.
