How could wonderful Brother Gong leave us just like that?
He died because of me. How can I be at ease with that?
His parents have lost a good son, how can I not feel remorse?
He was so young, not yet wed, no heirs to carry on his bloodline. How can I possibly let go?
The more Shen Qingcong thought about it, the more tears fell from her eyes.
Ya Ting and Aunt Zeng looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They tried to comfort her, but she cried even harder. The continued crying is not good for her – what should they do now?
Feeling helpless, Ya Ting stood up and walked outside to call Xiao Chifeng to see if he had a solution.
At that moment, Xiao Chifeng had just gotten off a helicopter.
When his phone rang, he pulled it out to see that Ya Ting was calling him.
His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing the caller, he quickly answered the call, asking straightforwardly, "Ating, what's wrong?"
