C458 Cheng Liming Was Anxious

Before Chung Liming could say anything, Zhang Baixue hung her head.

He angrily threw away his phone and used his hands to massage his temples.

It was almost the Qingming Festival.

But he did not want to go to the cemetery to sweep Faang Qin's grave.

Even if he mentioned her name now, he would not think of Faang Qin's voice and smile when she was still alive in the past. Instead