The Price of Satisfaction

“Mr. Lu, are you satisfied with her death?” Sang Yuwan looked at him indifferently. She really wanted to kill the damn man in front of her with her own hands. “Who are you lying to? You put her photo on an urn and it’s her? Ridiculous!” The corners of Lu Cichuan’s eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Sang Yuwan, as if she only wanted to say that Li Mo was not dead. He could still bully Li Mo with abandon. But…Sang Yuwan left, this is true.