Qin Zhaoran remained silent, his thin lips lightly pressed together, seemingly also unable to bear it.
Qiao Mo grabbed his arm: "Say something, will you? Where is Fu Nancheng? He was perfectly fine when I left! How could he... be... be..."
Qin Zhaoran lowered his eyes, softly saying, "My condolences."
"You're talking nonsense! Where's his body? I don't believe it until I see him dead or alive!"
Qiao Mo's eyes were bloodshot, like someone who had lost their mind.
Qin Zhaoran hesitated for a moment, then said gently, "The body has been taken back to Nanshan Villa, and the ashes will be scattered into the sea beside the villa. He said that way, he could always protect you and the children."
"Impossible... Impossible... Nonsense! He was in a coma, how could he say such things!"
Even though she couldn't believe it rationally or verbally, Qiao Mo still pushed him away and turned around to run out.
She didn't even use a driver, driving herself at full speed back to Nanshan Villa.
