Seeing the man with a stern face not answering her, she raised her voice again, repeating, "Leng Yixiu, where's my mom?"
The man lifted his eyes, casting a complicated gaze at her, "She's in the cremator."
As soon as Leng Yixiu spoke, his neck suddenly tightened, his collar was ruthlessly grabbed by Lin Yixun. Lin Yixun's eyes were red as she glared at him viciously, "Leng Yixiu, what gives you the right to do this?! What gives you the right!"
Lin Yixun clutched his collar with one hand and shook him violently, while the man did not push her away, but gently persuaded, "Yixun, your mother is gone, let her rest in peace."
"What do you mean gone? She was perfectly fine!" Lin Yixun pounded him with all her might, screaming hoarsely, "She's not dead, why did you cremate her? She's not dead, why did you throw her into the cremator, Leng Yixiu, you murderer! Murderer!"
