"I can call the police, a lower plant." Ouyang Ershao jumped up and just wanted to chase after him, the clothes-supporting pole really flew towards him. If he hadn't been avoiding fast, it would have turned into a string now.

"Robey your sister, this is my home." Ke Huanye snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The funeral was very grand. When Ke Huanye and Shangguan Tingzhi arrived, there were people coming and going at the door. There were all kinds of cars everywhere in the huge mansion.

In the mourning hall, there is a big black and white photo frame. The woman in the photo is beautiful and has a warm smile.

The mourning hall is empty and suffocating. There are only family members who are waiting for the gifts to return. The mourning hall is very simple, and there is not even a wreath.

"Brother." Before Ke Huanye could react, a small figure rushed over and threw himself in Shangguan Tingzhi's arms crying.

"Brother? Little sister, you have recognized the wrong person! I don't remember that I have a sister." Shangguan Tingzhi sneered and pushed the girl away.

Ke Huanye widened his eyes, not knowing whether she should go up to persuade Shangguan Tingzhi or what. After all, this is someone else's family matter, and she doesn't seem to be easy to interfere.

"Brother, Mommy knows that she is wrong. Mommy has always regretted it. She wants to see you very much. She said that the person she is most sorry for in her life is you. Brother, you are here to see her for the last time! She wants to see you for the last time..." The girl's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old, and her voice was already crying hoarsely.

"Get out of the way." Shangguan Tingzhi sometimes felt cold and almost ruthless, and reached out to push the girl away without any mercy.

The girl staggered and fell to the ground, lifted her pale little face covered with tears, and said hoarsely: "Brother..."

The middle-aged man opposite, with a pale face, looked at Shangguan Tingzhi, but wanted to get angry but held back. A handsome boy in his twenties stood beside him, who wanted to go up to teach Shangguan a lesson, but was pulled by the man.

"I'm here to determine whether she is really dead." Shangguan Tingzhi sneered, looked at the man opposite him, and sarcastically said without hesitation.

"Shangguan." Ke Huanye couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed him and said that he was here to attend the funeral. He looked like he was here to make trouble.

"Dad..." The boy couldn't help it, rushed forward to help the girl on the ground, and looked at Shangguan Tingzhi angrily.

"Azhi, if you come to cause trouble, you will not be welcome here. Go back to your Shangguan family. The women of the Nangong family will have no relationship with your Shangguan family even if they die. You don't need your sympathy or your two incense sticks." A weak female voice rang behind her.

"Aunt Jing, why are you here? The doctor said you can rest." The boy said worriedly when he saw the woman, holding the girl in his arms, and he had no way to go forward.

"Yunyin is okay, Yunze, don't worry about me, I'm fine, I want to see what this rebellious son wants to do when your mother is still in a cold body? Could it be that he will make a big fuss and destroy this mourning hall?" Nangong Jing looked at Shangguan Tingzhi, his beautiful eyes were cold.

Ke Huanye then looked at the woman who had already walked in front of her. She was very beautiful and was five-point similar to the woman in the photo. She was graceful, but not so inaccessible. Her white mourning clothes made her already pale face look even more gray, as if she would faint on the ground the next moment.
Chapter completed!