Even Yan Anshan himself was clear about the significance of this matter, let alone Yan Qinglai, who had fought in officialdom all his life?
Seeing that Yan Anshan was silent, Yan Qinglai's heart plummeted to rock bottom, but... he still refused to give up. Clenching his teeth, he had the air of someone who wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin. "Anshan, just say what you think, there's no need to hold back."
"I... I think it is."
Yan Anshan struggled to utter four words, his voice not loud, yet it thundered like a muffled drum.
"Huff... huff..."
