He is a man of his word

Mo Yancheng reached out to turn on the light and saw that the things in the room were already covered in dust.

His gaze fell on the table in front of him, where a black and white photo and a memorial tablet were hung.

"She's gone," Mo Yancheng's expression was calm, but his eyes darkened.

"Uncle," Looking at his reaction, she knew that he must have wanted to come over tonight to see the person who had taken him in back then. Unfortunately, he had already passed away in his old age.

He walked forward, took the incense from the side, and lit it. After paying his respects, he turned around and left with her. When he closed the door, he looked up and looked inside, his eyes somewhat sad.

Shen chengjing reached out and held his hand tightly.""She should be doing well over there."

"Yes." He responded and did not say anything more.

The two of them walked forward. The street was very quiet, and only the two of them could be seen!