Mrs. Fang's smile stiffened slightly on her face as she cast a suspicious glance at Lawrence Winters, knowing he's the Great Heavenly Master and not daring to be presumptuous, she said, "Then come with me."
She led Lawrence Winters to a small confessional room next to the chapel's side hall.
This room was only two square meters in size, usually only accommodating two or three people.
To avoid suspicion from others, she didn't even close the door, leaving it wide open as she walked in.
"Go ahead, what can I do for the Great Heavenly Master Lawrence?" Mrs. Fang said in a slightly playful manner, turning her back to the direction of the confessional's door.
For a middle-aged woman who had just lost her "beloved" husband, her mood was exceedingly pleasant.
Lawrence Winters could completely understand her.
If she were in her position, she would also wish for Mr. York's quick demise and rebirth.
