Just a dozen words, like knives, piercing into everyone's chest.
The air in the ward felt congealed, suffocating everyone, making them feel cold all over.
Lin Yi quietly moved forward, silently watching Chen Shengli and his wife, unable to calm the surging blood in his veins.
Gently, Lin Yi pulled up the quilt, covering their bodies.
Then he quietly stepped out, returning to the car.
After about ten minutes, Ning Che returned.
"What did Boss Liu say?"
"He already sent people to inform their parents and relatives, and the funeral will be held tomorrow."
Lin Yi nodded, closed his eyes, and sat in the chair resting.
Ning Che glanced at him, noticing his slightly furrowed brows that hadn't relaxed for a long time.
As an old friend for many years, Ning Che knew that Lin Yi's anger had reached an uncontrollable level.
This time, the ones in trouble are the Gongyuan Association!
