"But if you die, you'll get to see her," Yun Long bluntly said.
Lin Feng was taken aback. Did that mean he couldn't even die?
"Wuwu..." Unable to even die, the sorrowful Lin Feng covered his face and wept bitterly.
At this moment, he was truly sad.
Miss Yun was so nice, so kind, yet she had passed away in the prime of her life.
Not only that, but her daughter had her identity switched by that bastard Mo Zhenggang and had suffered for so many years.
And now she had nearly been killed by him.
And he had ended up in this state due to his own stupidity, and was beaten up every day...
The more Lin Feng thought about it, the sadder he became, and he cried like a 200-pound child.
Hao Yansen and the others were stunned, never expecting him to break down like this.
Yun Long squatted beside him to comfort him, "Uncle, do you really need to cry like this? You're a man in his forties."
"Shan shi wine..." Lin Feng managed to reply in between sobs.