Central Hospital Morgue
"My son... my son..."
The white cloth covering Meng Jingyi was lifted. Meng Mu lay on her body, crying with heart-wrenching grief, holding onto her cold, rigid body tightly, refusing to let go. "Ahh... Jing'er, open your eyes and look at mommy... please open your eyes and look at mommy... I'm your mommy..."
Meng Da stood nearby, looking at Meng Jingyi's body, his eyes red, his entire face twisted in a frown, both hands clenched tightly into fists.
Wen Jiaren couldn't bear such a scene and turned around to leave the morgue.
As soon as she stepped out, she ran into Ding Chen Tai. Wen Jiaren had no desire to speak with him and walked past him indifferently. Then she turned around, looking at Ding Chen Tai's back, and softly said to the man beside her, "I think the last person Jingyi would want to see after her death is him."
Mu Qian had changed his clothes, wearing a black suit, looking tall and dignified. "Meng Jingyi's death is not simple."
