Rong Wenming felt distressed.
Even though the old lady had been blatantly biased, he still wished she could have lived a bit longer.
At this moment, he somewhat regretted his own indifference.
If only... but what 'if only' could there be in this world?
Rong Wenze saw his grief-stricken appearance and sneered inwardly... Who was he putting on this act for now? Hadn't he said he would sever ties?
However, the words reached his lips but were swallowed back, as the peripheral vision of his eye caught sight of his mother lying there.
He, too, was in considerable distress.
After a long while, he finally spoke, "Since Mother has passed away, we should discuss the funeral arrangements."
His conscience, still with its last flicker unextinguished, did not want to let his mother pass away too uneasily.
After all, no matter what the old lady had done... she had been truly good to him.
Rong Wenming looked at him only once, then turned his head toward Yu Suhui.
