"What's the point of seeing your mother at a time like this? You'll have plenty of chances to see her later anyway!" Zhao Yishan said loudly.
"No, Dad, I'm begging you, please let me see her just once!" Zhao Yang pleaded.
Zhao Yishan stood in place, looking at Zhao Yang, and ultimately, feeling helpless, he stamped his foot hard and said, "Fine, you just wait, I'll find a vehicle to take you up the mountain!"
The road leading to the graveyard on the mountain was a dirt road, unsuitable for motor vehicles, so Zhao Yishan found a donkey cart. After helping Zhao Yang onto it, Zhang Xiuer sat on one side, and Zhao Yishan straddled the driver's seat. As soon as Zhang Xiuer was settled, he immediately started pedaling fiercely towards the mountain.
At the same time, Li Jue emerged from another house in the village belonging to Li Xingkui, while Li Xingkui's BMW was already parked at the doorstep.
Today was the last day, incredibly critical.
