Ye Qingmei's body trembled suddenly, her expression was sluggish, and tears fell down her cheeks. She let go of Qin Xiulan's hand and slowly took a step back. Her legs went weak and she sat down on the stool behind her.

Then a huge feeling of sadness instantly engulfed her, and tears surged out like a desperate flood. She covered her face and cried desperately.

Like a child who has lost his most beloved toy.

"Oh, girl, stop crying. Your crying will break my aunt's heart."

Qin Xiulan couldn't help but burst into tears, and quickly came over with a tissue to comfort Ye Qingmei.

It took more than half an hour for Ye Qingmei to calm down. At her strong request, Lin Yu took her to his cemetery.

It felt so weird to sweep his own tomb. Lin Yu was very embarrassed and urged Ye Qingmei to leave quickly. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingmei had no intention of leaving, and sat in front of the tombstone and was stunned.

After a while, the mobile phone in Ye Qingmei's bag suddenly rang. Lin Yu was holding the bag for her and quickly took out her mobile phone and handed it to her.

"You pick it up for me." Ye Qingmei waved her hand in a daze.

Lin Yu picked up the phone for her. In order to let her hear, he turned on the speakerphone. An aunt's urgent voice immediately came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, Qingmei, come back quickly. There's been a burglar in your house.
Chapter completed!