After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Jiang Yi'an frowned and glanced at the queue in front of him again.

Fortunately she came earlier.

According to the current progress, it may take less than half an hour to queue her up.

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief and stood quietly in the crowd and continued to wait.

The unkind comments about her continued among the crowd behind her.

Jiang Yiping pretended not to hear the word "murderer".

In this world, whoever speaks more is never right.

"Sister An'an."

At this time, Luo Yan, who had been silent, came up, took Jiang Yi'an's arm affectionately, and said in a low voice: "Those people are going too far, how can they say that about you without evidence!"

She sighed, with a bit of distress in her voice: "Would you like me to help you shut them up?"

"No need."

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyebrows and took his hands away from Luo Yan's arms: "Ms. Luo, I remember that we only had some interactions with each other when my daughter was kidnapped, and we never contacted each other again. Yes, right?"

Luo Yan was startled and nodded: "Yes...yes."

"Actually, Sister An An, I really want to thank you for helping me with that matter. My father and I have always wanted to thank you properly, but we have never had the chance..."

"Your father is now Mo Beixiao's driver."

Jiang Yi'an interrupted Luo Yan indifferently: "He and I often meet."

Luo Yan pursed her lips: "I know, I..."

"I mean."

Jiang Yian turned his eyes and glanced at her lightly: "If you father and daughter really want to thank me, there will be no chance. There are opportunities everywhere."

Luo Yan's face instantly turned from red to white: "I've been busy recently..."

"Miss Luo."

Seeing Luo Yan's appearance, Jiang Yi'an felt very bored: "I mean, since you have never really thought about thanking me, don't say these beautiful words."

"I don't have any deep relationship or friendship with you, so there's no need to be pretentious here."

"I don't know why you deliberately get close to me, but you and I don't have much interaction on weekdays. At this time, I don't need someone who is almost a stranger to help me talk and pretend to be close to me."

After saying that, the woman turned her head and looked forward, ignoring Luo Yan.

She is so full of worries right now that she has no time to deal with this little star in the entertainment industry.

Looking at Jiang Yi'an's indifferent back, Luo Yan bit her lip with a pale face and dug her nails deeply into her palms.

Jiang Yi'an's prediction was correct.

Half an hour later, she was actually lined up to enter the memorial service.

The memorial service will be held in the small garden behind the Mo family's old house.

This was Grandpa Mo's favorite place. Every plant and tree in the small garden was carefully taken care of by the old man.

Jiang Yi'an still remembered the shocking feeling in the letter when she first heard Mr. Mo say that all the flowers and plants here were taken care of by himself.

Although this is a small garden, it is quite large and can be compared to a small park.

I don’t know how much effort the old man spent to take care of this place so beautifully.

Today, the old man's body lies among the flowers and plants he planted himself.

Jiang Yian walked to the coffin under the guidance of Uncle Li.

From a short distance away, she could clearly see the old man lying quietly among the flowers.

The woman took a deep breath, bowed towards the ice coffin, then raised her legs and placed the flowers she brought at the feet of Mr. Mo.

When passing by Mo Beixiao and Qin Hanshuang who were standing in front of the coffin, the woman paused: "Actually, I already know who killed Grandpa Mo."