Meng Ping displayed a mocking expression, truly befitting as the son of Gu Yunbo. He unexpectedly returned the urn, uttering only two sentences. There were no explanations of the past events nor any final words, truly heartless.
"Where are you going?"
The slender youth looked at Xu Qigang indifferently and fearlessly said, "The tasks my mother instructed me to do are completed, I should go back now."
"Stay until your mother's funeral is done!" Sheng Ning said sorrowfully. She had many questions she wanted to ask, but the youth clearly had no intention of saying another word.
Since that was the case, she didn't press him; she would take care of what Gu Yunbo instructed.
The youth thought for a moment and gave a brief response.
"Alright."
