The friend controlled his expression and tried to comfort him. "Meng County Chief, I'm very sorry for your loss. Please take care of yourself."
But a tragedy like losing a child couldn't be eased by some gentle comforting. Meng Zhan supported himself by putting his hands against the edge of the coffin. His fingers were obviously trembling and the tips of his fingers were turning white because he was holding onto the coffin too hard.
His friend didn't say much after he saw his dark and furious face. He sighed and stepped aside.
It was clear that Meng Zhan didn't need consolation at the moment. What he needed was an isolated space for him to calm down and ease the huge and unexpected strike. It didn't seem that Meng Zhan wanted to take time for that, however. The only thought he had now was to figure out who killed Meng Liang… his fine boy. Sure he had some issues and had made some mistakes, but so what?