Everyone watched the scene and felt delicate.

Shen Xintong pushed him with all his strength. Mojun remained motionless at night and raised his arm slightly, as if he were protecting her from falling down by herself.

Shen Xintong scolded desperately. In her opinion, her father's death was caused by Mojun's night. If it weren't for him, how could her father be so angry that he could not get sick and die?

"Well Tongtong, Mojun came to mourn at night."

Shen Han stepped forward and stopped Shen Xintong, holding her shoulder and taking her away. But in the eyes, it's still like spitting on ice, without any temperature.

Mojun arranged his...