ckered. The flower language of dandelion, her mother had told her that. And what he said, she vaguely remembered itThe Night Owl looked at Lin Jinyan with a furrowed brow, as if deep in thought. He co...The suit had a faint scent of perfume, which was incredibly soothing to the lungs, but it lacked the familiar smell of mint. 。Lin Jinran's cries subsided, she silently looked up at the handsome man who had suddenly appeared beside her, his eyes still dim and lifeless. 。Please accept my condolences. 。Mu Shaochen's expression was solemn. He bent down and placed the white camellia flower he was holding in his hand on the tombstone, respectfully bowing his head. 。Lin Jinran's heart felt a pang of bitterness. She nodded toward him, her voice slightly hoarse, "Thank you" 。Mu Shaochen looked at Lin Jinran with heartache. He didn't want to see her this time, but now her eyes were swollen, her cheeks were thinner, and her chin was sharper, making him feel even more heartbroken. 。Having heard about the incident, he pushed back an important overseas meeting and hurried back, but unfortunately, he still arrived too late. 。"Jin Ran," He opened his mouth, about to speak the next words, when a sudden rush of footsteps reached his ears. From the corner of his eye, another tall figure appeared in his line of sight. 。

A voice, "Sister-in-law" 。"Just right, interrupting him before he could continue. A flash of displeasure crossed her eyes, but she showed nothing on her face." 。Fu Shaoqing had already seen Mu Shaocheng from afar. He nodded as a greeting and walked to the tombstone, bending over respectfully in a bow just like he did before. 。Faced with Lin Jinran's questioning gaze, Fu Shaoqing rarely explained seriously, "Zhang Sao is worried about you, so she asked me to come and have a look" 。Thank you. 。s it really matter a few moreWhat can be done when you care but have no controlFor many years, Mr. Fu, the head of the Fu Group, had not bothered with the affairs of the company. Due to his neglect of...