"Is that so? To scare me!" Tong Wenya smiled sadly, "Then let my father come back to life! He is here. Aren't you the young master who can do anything? You can call the wind and call the rain, you can let those lackeys do all kinds of bad things for you, but you can let my father come back to life!"
Tong Wenya cried out heartbreakingly. She was not the only one who was in pain, he was also in pain.
He stretched out his arms in an attempt to hug her, but she raised her hand and slapped him mercilessly. "Get lost! Chunyu Chen, I don't want to see you in my next life! "
"Give me the time for an incense stick to burn." he whispered.
"If you still have any conscience, please respect the dead and scram! Scram!"
"Okay, I'll go." Chunyu Chen stood up. Before he left, he took out a phone from his pocket and handed it to Tong Wenya. "I threw your phone away. This is for you."
Tong Wenya grabbed the phone and hit him hard. "Get lost!"