Mei Xing and Fan Ehuang were crying as well but compared to the wretched cries of the three boys, they were a lot more controlled as they hugged Song Yan tightly. For a while, the whole burial hall was filled with nothing but the cries of these blowhards kids who learned their lessons.
Song Yan exhaled sharply as she rubbed her temples and awkwardly patted the back of the girls who were crying while hugging her. She didn't say anything and allowed the two to cry as much as they wanted, she wanted to tell them that there was no need to cry anymore but the second she opened her mouth, her words were blocked by a wretched scream.
