Chapter 339 : Wang Xi's Funeral
- In the morgue, Ran Jiao supported the elderly Ran Lao Ye, whose hair was white as snow.
- It had been a day and a night, and Ran Lao Ye hadn't closed his eyes. He looked even more haggard. Ran Jiao had been persuading him all day, and her voice had become hoarse.
- "Mom, Dad, Brother... you finally came, sob... Uncle Wang..."