Mo Changwen Is Dead
Éditeur: Henyee Translations
"Go and arrange for a patrol. You must send more people over!"
Mo Jinrong waved his hand, a smile on his face.
"Okay, I understand, but Young Master, there's one more thing. There's news from the prison. Mo Changwen was executed yesterday, but his corpse hasn't been collected. Why don't we…"
Mo San spoke slowly, afraid that Mo Jinrong wouldn't accept it, so he didn't dare to say too much.
"Tell Grandma, inform her about her son and cremate the corpse. Leave the ashes in the cemetery. The funeral won't be held."
Mo Jinrong sighed, revealing a sorrowful expression.
This uncle of his had been fighting with him for more than ten years. Now that he was suddenly gone, he felt desolate.
Thinking about it, Mo Changwen had spent so much effort over the past decade and did so much, but in the end, it was all for nothing. He wondered what Mo Shengli would think if he found out.
"Alright! I'll inform Old Mrs. Mo!"
Mo San nodded and left.