C415 It Was Tang Yinkang's Funeral

Gu Yishen cast a sidelong glance at the porridge in his hand. His thin lips froze slightly, and his deep eyes became more and more focused. He lifted his lips, but there was not a trace of warmth in his cold eyes.

"Tomorrow is Tang Yanshang's funeral."

The word 'funeral' made the woman who had been calm for two days suddenly shudder. Ben's dull eyes were slightly red. The body was not found