"This family has not been a family for a long time," Meng Xingzhi suppressed his anger, his eyes no longer held the tenderness they once did as he looked at Su Yun, "My eldest son is dead, my youngest son is neither human nor ghost, is this still a family?"
At these words, Su Yun felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned pale; Meng Fan's death was a pain for everyone, and it pained her too. For Xingzhi, a white-haired man sending off a black-haired man was even more painful, which was why it was never mentioned at home; what was his purpose in suddenly bringing it up today?
This had never happened before.
"What's wrong, who upset you so much that you are in such a rage?" Su Yun tried to approach Meng Xingzhi to console him but he brushed her off with a wave of his hand.
"Just look at this."
