Those who deserve to die are not dead, but those who do not deserve to die have been dead for many years.

Butler Tang burst into tears and was out of breath from crying.

If it weren't for Qin Qing, she wouldn't have lived in this world for so long.

In those years, she only listened to Qin Qing's words. Qin Qing asked her to take good care of Josnian and Yaya's family before his death. She also listened and has been loyal ever since.

It's a pity that Fang Ya committed suicide by herself and ruined her future, love, glory and wealth.

But Butler Tang still couldn't hate Fang Ya.

After what the five-year-old girl experienced, it was difficult for her to remain mentally normal.

Thinking of this, Butler Tang couldn't help but sigh.

The sigh was particularly clear in this silent night.

The rain hasn't stopped yet, and the weather forecast says it will rain for several more days.

The dreary weather brings countless sorrows to my heart.

Another round of tossing and turning.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that around one or two in the morning, Butler Tang suddenly heard the sound of a car engine.

Car? How come there is a car in this place?

Except for people from the Qiao family, no one will come to the cemetery. This place is in the suburbs and is very secluded.

Josnian chose this address so that the Qiao family would not be disturbed.

But now, why is there the sound of cars? Is it Meng Chen or Josnian?

Outside, the car seemed to have stopped.

Butler Tang quickly turned on the light, put on his clothes and shoes, and went out to take a look.

You didn't know it by looking at it, but when you saw it, you were shocked. There were four or five black cars outside, all lined up in a row, and it was so dark.

The most eye-catching one is the one in the middle, a black stretched Lincoln.

All the car lights were on, illuminating the cemetery like daylight.

The rainwater shimmered under the light.

Butler Tang was really frightened. He held his umbrella and his hands shook.

Who are these people?

At this moment, two bodyguards got out of the Lincoln car, held up umbrellas, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, an old man with mostly white hair got out of the car on crutches.

Butler Tang was completely stunned.

Old man! Old man Qin!

God, it's already early in the morning, the quietest time when everything is quiet. Has the old man returned from abroad?

In recent years, the old man has been in poor health and rarely returns to the capital. Probably because he is afraid of touching the past, Qin Shien rarely comes to the cemetery.

Butler Tang hurriedly ran forward: "Mr. Qin, why are you here? Someone should call me earlier so that I can prepare early."

Qin Shien wore a long black coat with a simple Tang suit underneath. His face was expressionless, cold, ruthless, and cold.

The sharp eyes were even more eerie and cold, colder than the cold rain.

The bodyguard held an umbrella for him. He glanced sideways at Butler Tang and did not respond. Instead, he ordered his bodyguard: "Watch the cemetery and no one is allowed in."

"Yes, sir."

All the bodyguards in the other cars were dispatched and got out of the car.

Soon, everyone sealed the entrance to the cemetery so that not a single fly could enter.

Butler Tang was surprised.

"Qin, Master Qin..." Butler Tang's voice was trembling, "It's so late...are you here to see the eldest lady?"

"Where is A Qing's tomb?" Qin Shi'en spoke, his voice low and hoarse, clearly filled with pain and tragedy.

The wrinkles on his head are deep, but his spirit is good.

However, under the dark night sky, his whole body was covered with darkness and gloom.
Chapter completed!