Wu Qian hung her head in shame and couldn't bring herself to look at the other person.
She knew exactly what he meant.
"I'm not ready yet." There was still a part of her heart that felt awkward.
Before Yun Mingrui could respond, she added, "Can we go to the cemetery? I want to tell my mother about this."
The evil doer had received his punishment, thus settling a concern in her heart.
Yun Mingrui had no objection and drove to the cemetery.
Wu Qian didn't ask how much the cemetery cost, but she knew it must have been expensive.
"Mother, someone has avenged you. Wu Jianhua has been sentenced to thirty years in prison. I didn't let him die so soon. As for Zhang Meili, she got eight years, and Zhang Juhua, being an accomplice, also got ten years."
Yun Mingrui was tactful, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close, watching Wu Qian as she spoke.
