Damn it... Now she suspected that Ningning had been born from her alone. How could someone as awful as Leng Haoxuan be Ningning's father? She felt that some part of her memories must be missing.
Everyone in the Chu family was very fond of Ye Feng. The whole family ate together with him, and the atmosphere was harmonious, as though Ye Feng had always been a member of the family. Immersed in it all, Chu Lian felt incomparably happy.
Though her words were scolding Tang Ning'an for being useless, they could not conceal the indulgence and affection in her tone.
Before Yuan Ling could clearly see what those bright specks were, they flew out of the stones one after another and all shot into his mind.
Mo Jiuqing was actually bent over, suppressing her laughter, though her body still shook involuntarily. To the commoners, it looked as if the old woman was seriously ill, but Mo Jiuqing was laughing because Jun Yanchen was unexpectedly so kind and would even smile at strangers.
Thinking of this, Su He could only helplessly take incense, candles, paper offerings, and other sacrificial items from his storage ring, intending to pay his respects properly. Repairing the grave would have to wait until later. Su He circled the large grave once but could not find the tombstone. Strangely, he discovered that someone seemed to have come to offer sacrifices before him.
"Alright, we'll be leaving shortly. Go do whatever you need to do." After explaining everything that needed to be said, Mo Jiuqing looked at Tiantian and the others and spoke calmly.
Assistant Long paused for more than ten seconds, silently picked up his teacup, swallowed six pills, and set the cup down. The room was deathly quiet as everyone continued to wait and see what