Lu Ming felt that society needed reporters like Meng Yujun.
Brave and fearless, determined to pursue the truth.
He nodded slightly and suddenly thought of something. He asked, "Which area of the cemetery are people not allowed to clean?"
Meng Yujun thought for a moment and said, "I remember that it's a place filled with weeds in the south. I heard that there's only a single tombstone there…"
Lu Ming did not listen to the rest of her words.
This news exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.
His expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
"… Is that grave owner's surname Zhang?"
Meng Yujun noticed that there was something wrong with his expression and said, "I think that's the surname. Why? Do you know the owner of the grave?"
He pursed his lips tightly and replied in a dry voice, "That's my mom's grave."
"Mom?!"
