No, she had barely survived—she couldn't be cast into Hell again.
"I can't live like this anymore..." Jing Tong cried and rushed out.
Fu Yiming had lost all face today, how could he possibly stay? He took the opportunity to follow her out.
Watching their retreating figures, the mockery on Huo Beijiang's face slowly solidified. He mentally noted Fu Yiming's actions; in the past, he had maintained a familial relationship with the Fu Family for the sake of Xin Wu.
However, for Fu Yiming daring to bring that filthy thing to his mother's funeral to disgust everyone, he should be prepared to pay the price.
It was only the beginning.
"You all go ahead."
"Yes!"
After everyone had left, Ning Di took a step forward and said, "Sir, I've seen that woman before."
