"Xiao Ning, Grandpa still needs to pick a place to be buried. Mom and Dad don't want any disturbances caused by unexpected factors in the next few days," Chu Zhe said softly as he pulled Chu Ning to the side.
"To think that the Laoshan villagers would agree to this kind of village tyrant's behavior." Chu Zhang, who was at the side, also didn't quite understand.
"Alright, Chu Ming. The dead cannot be brought back to life. We need to look forward. I came here today to discuss something else with you. Come, let's go outside and chat." Cao Xing patted Chu Ming's shoulder, then looked meaningfully at Chu Ning.
Ever since Cao Yun was born in Laoshan Village, he had never been afraid of anyone. However, when his father had looked at Chu Ning just now, his heart pounded and he lowered his head.
