Funeral home.

The sky was slightly raining.

A large group of people in black clothes and pants came out, surrounded by a crying hysteria.

"Mrs. Ann, sad and obedient!"

"Yeah, that's the way things are, you have to take care of your health..."

"If you cry like this, Anzhong will not want to see it. Don't be sad."

A group of people surrounded Ni Shenghong in the middle, comforting them with their mouths and tongues.

Ni Yanhong was crying and scolding hysterically: "He will not see it again, nor will he see it!" Blame that beast for bathing Little Seven! If she hadn't done such a wicked thing! How could...