The assistant behind him quickly supported him, "Mr. Bai..."
Mr. Bai weakly waved his hand and sat down on the chair, letting out a heavy sigh.
Meng Yue sat in the chair, having cried her eyes out, and now with her swollen eyes, she looked utterly desolate.
Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment but still embraced her, gently patting her arm, "Don't cry."
Meng Yue's voice grew even louder, as she threw herself into Mr. Bai's arms, her sobs broken and helpless.
Listening to her crying, Mr. Bai also couldn't hold back and started to sob with grief.
The couple hugged each other and wept together as something seemed to quietly disintegrate and vanish into thin air.
Uncle Liu, who had been standing by, watched the pair of good-for-nothing spouses. Frustrated and biting his teeth in vexation, he glanced at them for a while before turning away and leaving.
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A big deal started circulating in the black market.
A high price for a heart, a high price for murder.
