"Grandfather!"
"Grandfather... sob sob..."
The coffin of Murong Bei was placed in the garden of the villa, and Murong Fei was heartbroken, crying like a tearful mess.
Standing at the back, Su Xuejiao also supported the coffin, tears streaming down her face.
The villa was filled with an atmosphere of sorrow, and everyone bowed their heads. Qin Tian clenched his fists even tighter, vowing in his heart that he could not be considered a man if he did not avenge this hatred!
He looked at Murong Fei in front of him. In just two or three days, Murong Fei had lost a lot of weight, her face haggard, yet still radiantly beautiful, which made Qin Tian feel endless pity.
"Murong, accept my condolences. May he rest in peace; the old master has been outside for three days already..."
