The deceased had passed away, and Tang Yiheng felt that he had fulfilled his duty. He should cherish his time more and spend it on meaningful things.
"Alright."
Yang Feng's mission had also been completed. If he continued to linger, it would only cause sadness.
The two of them were serious. They respectfully knelt down and kowtowed three times. They said goodbye to Tang Ying solemnly and set off for South City.
When they left the cemetery, they might still be immersed in the emotions of life and death.
Therefore, they didn't realize that a black car had left quietly not far from the parking lot after they left.
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At night, after settling her little descendant Zixi down, Ye Qingwan washed up and went to bed. She then made a video call with Gu Shimo, who was on a business trip.
"I was just about to call you when you called."
