C398 Qiu Mingyao Call

The weather had turned cold, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint chill, as if it was enveloping everyone in a layer of mist.

This was the day of the Deng Family's old man's funeral.

Early in the morning, at around six o'clock, Dengzixiao was suddenly woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. She subconsciously wanted to get rid of that annoying phone call