The woman covered her veil, "Great Elder..."

"You're so embarrassed to come back!" Slap! The elder raised his hand and shook her hard!

"..." The woman had no way to say a word.

In order to attend the death anniversary, she was wearing a white dress. She was turning her face slightly, and a beautiful face faintly revealed through the veil, and tears seemed to pass through the corners of her eyes.

After all, he was a teenager. Hua Ruofeng couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to shake Qing'er's hand away and rushed to the platform.

"What are you doing?!"

"You can just rush up if you don't want things to get worse." Zhao Lansheng said lightly, and then expected that he would stop and pull away from the hand that he had just grabbed him.

Hua Ruofeng lowered his hands with anger. He hated his powerlessness at this moment!

The elder angrily withdrew his hands, but the resentment in his eyes could not be concealed. The wooden stick in his hand pointed at the woman in white who was slapped twice, "If it weren't for you, could An Zhen lie here?!"

"That's why I came to worship her." The woman covered her face, and she didn't retort too fiercely when she heard this.

This made me look too irritable. The elder cleared his throat and said, "Since I'm back, let's continue the ceremony."

The woman took out a stack of scriptures from her arms, "Great Elder, this is all I can do for An Zhen--"

"No need to say more." The Great Elder looked gloomy and handed the scriptures to the Third Elder.

The third elder took it, looked carefully for a few glances, suddenly raised his eyes, and said coldly: "Where is the remaining three copies? Everyone must have the one they hand-written."

"My part represents me, my master and junior brother." She clearly represents, but the third elder suddenly became so picky, and the woman explained patiently.

"Your daughter—"

"I don't have a daughter! She is not my daughter!" The woman immediately interrupted her and asked her to say these words against her will, which was even more uncomfortable than death!

She won't let her daughter come back! She just wants her daughter to be well! She is carefree and doesn't have to do anything for the Mo family!

Zhao Lansheng was stunned when he heard this, something flashed through his mind... Luo Qianyun, and that woman named Qingyuan... Could it be!

The Duanmu family head who had not made a sound for a long time suddenly spoke, his tone was cold and arrogant, and a little lazy. "The most toxic woman's heart has killed people, and she doesn't even recognize her daughter, hey..."

The woman clenched her fists, she wanted to refute it, but if she wanted to suffer, she would rather bear it herself. She lowered her head, and from everyone's eyes, this expression seemed to be guilty of doing something wrong, and for a moment there was a bombardment under the high platform-

"traitor!"

"The traitor is clearly guilty! He just refuses to give up the position of the young master!"

"It also tempts Elder Qi and the second young master of the Murong family to betray the Mo clan!"

"Why don't the traitor get out quickly?!"

The sound of cursing came one after another, like a demonic sound that filled her ears, making her feel uncomfortable. The woman closed her eyes and as long as she couldn't see the faces of the people below the audience... These were all willing.

"Great Elder." The cold voice of the Duanmu family head came out, and his figure walked out of the crowd and stood beside the woman in white. "Great Elder, today is An'er's death day, so don't let irrelevant people disturb her tranquility."

"Okay, the ceremony continues."

The Duanmu family head had a slightly chin and a gentle smile. He turned around and saw the woman in white. He instantly narrowed his phoenix eyes and leaned over to the woman's ear, "How is it? Isn't it good?"

"You said yesterday that you called me to come, just to make me humiliated, and then I will be more obedient?"

"Then are you obedient? Hum?" Duanmu family head curled his lips and smiled, evil and cynical, and he still had a sense of victory.

Looking at this handsome face as gentle as Zhao Lansheng, his eyes were filled with bone-eroding hatred everywhere. The woman's heart aches, but she still trembled and lowered her head, "Of course."

"Your words are just nonsense, there is no need to say it." His lips bent, his smile was extremely sinister, and his sarcastic eyes swept, his eyes turned around with a cold look and walked down the platform.
Chapter completed!