"No need, just let her leave quietly. I beg you."
Mu Da suddenly seemed to age over ten years, his face filled with weariness and desolation. "You don't need to come to her funeral either."
Hearing this, Ding Chen Tai felt as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, unable to utter a word despite the multitude of things he wanted to say.
"As for that woman, if it turns out not to be her, we naturally won't make things difficult for her, but if Jing'er's death is truly related to her..."
Mu Da paused, his gaze turning venomous, "I definitely won't let her go."
After speaking, Mu Da didn't look at Ding Chen Tai again and quickly entered the morgue.
Mu Qian draped a coat over Wen Jiaren's shoulders, hugged her, and went in as well, leaving Ding Chen Tai standing alone outside the door.
