Anning moved a little closer and heard several men cursing.
"My sister was just fine before she ended up dead in your house, and you dare to tell me this? Let me tell you, Xiao, this matter isn't over yet."
"If you hadn't treated my sister so badly, she never would have had such thoughts. Her death is inextricably linked to the Xiao Family."
"Xiao, you've got to wear hemp and filial piety for my sister. Also, the funeral needs to be done properly. Everything she ever wanted before... you've got to buy it all..."
Anning glanced at the man being pressured.
The man's face was etched with vicissitudes of life, but from his brows and eyes, he was clearly recognizable as Xiao Yuan.
Anning looked at the burly men and couldn't help but worry about Xiao Yuan.
More worried than Anning was Zhang Fengfeng.
