He Is Warmer Than Time

"Is it such a coincidence? The camera is broken."

"These are all handed over to the police. The mourning hall should be set up. In a while, you will go with your sister and me. After all, she is Xiaoying's mother. You can't be absent, you know?"

Zhou Nan's jaw head: "I will go, you don't have to worry about this."

The deceased was dead, she didn't know if Xie Rong was harming others and herself, but since she was dead, her grievances disappeared with her passing, and she would not refuse to go to the mourning hall to express condolences.

Zhou Ying was crying to tears, and Shang Han comforted her distressedly: "Let's go to the mourning hall."

Zhou Ying's eyes were red, and tears rolled down like broken beads: "I must find the murderer of my mother."

"Yes, it will definitely be."

Zhou's family is also a big-faced person in Haicheng. The former wife of Zhou's family passed away, and the fact that she had bought a murderer and tried to kill the eldest lady's daughter was also raging on the Internet.

Therefore, the discussion on the Internet is full of enthusiasm.

One group said that the second wife committed suicide in fear of sin.

The other faction is that the conspiracy theory is Zhou Nan's revenge.

There is also a theory supported by a very small number of people that the Zhou family is clearing the door by themselves.

The last faction was that someone killed the two ladies and then blamed Zhou Nan.

Everyone held their own opinions and was arguing on the Internet.

When the group arrived at the mourning hall, there was a circle of reporters outside, and many people's microphones directly hit Zhou Nan's face.

Gu Yanzhi watched the news in the dormitory when he had nothing to do, and he naturally saw this scene.

Did the murderer of Zhou Nan die first?

That would be considered deadly.

It's just that when Zhou Nan, who was completely black, was surrounded by the reporters and was impenetrable, and forced to ask some known questions, he still felt uncomfortable instinctively.

He turned off the TV irritably.

It was the woman who took the blame, and he didn't need to be nosy.

In front of the mourning hall, Zhou Nan's blue veins on his forehead slightly bulged, and his expression became more and more gloomy as he looked at the reporter who looked like a wolf, tiger, and leopard in front of him.

The Zhou family dispatched dozens of bodyguards before finally escorting them into the mourning hall.

Zhou Qi shook her hand: "These unscrupulous reporters who have no professional ethics and have to dig news even at funerals, you don't need to take them seriously."

Zhou Nan responded.

In front of the mourning hall, Zhou Ying knelt in front of the memorial tablet, sobbing silently, Zhou Nan and Zhou Qi presented flowers in turn, and then bowed three times.

Zhou Nan glanced at the person on the tablet, but he was a little embarrassed. If he said nothing, he was gone.

When Zhou Nan presented flowers, Zhou Ying stared at her with such hatred.

Because there are still many relatives in the Zhou family, Zhou Zhihai had previously instructed Zhou Ying not to lose his temper in the mourning hall. At this moment, she only stared at Zhou Nan viciously.

Zhou Nanxing acted upright. She didn't kill Xie Rong, so she didn't have to worry. She presented the flowers upright, and then stood aside with her sister.

At this stop, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. After all the guests and friends had paid their respects, Zhou Nan felt a headache and walked out with Zhou Qi.

Unexpectedly, the reporters were still there, and when they saw them coming out, they immediately swarmed, and Zhou Nan almost couldn't help but fight.

I was held back by Zhou Qi. What the reporters waited for was that she couldn't hold back, and they would have news to write by then.

Suddenly the cellphones of two reporters rang, and when they finished answering the call, the group of reporters was so scattered.