Cen Lao er was Cen Lao Zi.
In the past, the Cen family’s Old Master had adopted a child, then Cen Lao Zi.
As she spoke, Cen Lao Zi’s eyes became redder and redder. She wiped away her tears, then, she said, “Originally, I could have been a little sadder, but who asked you to act like that for the rest of your life! Forget it, forget it. You’ve already left, so why should I bother with you? ! “It’s my fault for calling you old white lotus in the past. Please don’t scare me at Night!”
As she finished speaking, Old Madam Cen walked to the front of the hotel and looked at her old friend lying in the ice coffin. Her expression was very complicated.
Old Madam Lin’s body had always been fine. She left just like that without even saying goodbye. Did this mean something?
What if one day, just like Old Lady Lin, something unexpected happened to her?
Old Lady Lin Sighed deeply.
She was not afraid of death, but she had yet to see Cen Shaoqing get married and have a child.
