But unexpectedly, before she could finish her sentence, the man sitting by the dining table shouted harshly, interrupting her: "Enough, who told you to say that to him? This is sheer nonsense!" For more chapters visit novèlfire.net As he spoke, he got up and took the crying child from her hands. "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, don’t cry, don’t cry, Grandma was just talking nonsense." "But Grandma said that mom is gone, and also told me to bow to her. Dad, is it true that mom is really dead?" Hearing such "bad news" first thing in the morning, the child was understandably heartbroken. Ou Mucen noticed, his heart painfully twisted again. He bent down to lift the child from the ground and carried him into the bedroom. Ying Hao, who saw this, was also quite frustrated. Seeing that the lady still looked aggrieved after the young master took the child in, he couldn’t help but feel both angry and amused: "Madam, the young master is still very young. Telling him this now, he won’t be able to handle it." "But, that’s his mother, after all. If I don’t tell him, who will attend her funeral today? You don’t know, after a woman dies in this world, without anyone to escort her at the burial, she will be bullied in the Netherworld!" He wanted to say something more, but at that moment, it suddenly felt as if something was blocking his chest, making him unable to utter another word. Indeed, although she was somewhat reckless with this matter, her intentions were genuinely good. Fortunately, inside the bedroom, after Ou Mucen took the child in, it wasn’t long before he managed to calm the child. When the child was carried out again, he wasn’t crying and even seemed quite happy. "Alright, it’s settled. Today you’ll go to school with Grandma, and Daddy will be back soon, okay?" "Okay, goodbye, Daddy!" The consoled child happily bid farewell to his father. Then, afraid that Grandma might cause trouble again, he made sure to hold onto Grandma as well. Ou Mucen, seeing this, was satisfied and left with Ying Hao. Ying Hao, watching from behind, was quite amazed. What method did the young master use to console the young master, making him seem like a different person all of a sudden? Ying Hao couldn’t figure it out... At precisely nine o’clock, the two of them, carrying the urn, left promptly... Over at Tang Garden, someone had been closely watching. Upon seeing the two finally leave, they immediately went back to report: "Sir, I just saw that Ou Mucen and his subordinate have left." "Really? Which direction did they go?" "Towards Nanshan Cemetery!" the person confidently reported the location. Hearing this, Xiaojin immediately turned his gaze to the refined man staring blankly outside the window: "Sir, it seems my information was indeed correct. He really is going to bury Aning today, then we..." At this point, he suddenly dared not continue. Burial means that woman will never be seen again, and during this period, for her, he has become completely despondent. Xiaojin feared he couldn’t take it. But to Xiaojin’s surprise, after he finished speaking, the man who had been standing there gazing absent-mindedly outside suddenly blinked, and then spoke: "Nanshan Cemetery?"