It was already dark at 8 o'clock in the evening.

In the Yan family's earthen house, Yan Cheng and Yan Dashan were sitting there with sad faces.

Zhang Guiru was resting in the room, while Lin Fan briefly told them about Xiaobei.

"I have a responsibility for Xiaobei's death." Lin Fan looked sad and blaming:

"If I could have made a plan at that time, Xiaobei would not have happened. Xiaobei is a real brother."

"I, Lin Fan, are not the ones who evade responsibility, the culprit. I have already caught him and brought him with me. Let him be buried with Xiaobei."

Lin Fan looked at the two of them:

"Same, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can tell me that I will help you unconditionally. This is my compensation."

"compensate?"

Yan Dashan shook his head and looked at Lin Fan:

"Can your compensation bring my son back from the dead?"

"I worked hard to raise him, but in the end, the white-haired man sent him to the black-haired man... I don't want any compensation, I just want my son to come back..."

As he spoke, Yan Dashan couldn't help but whisper in pain.

Lin Fan remained silent. Yan Dashan was right. No compensation could allow Xiaobei to be resurrected from the dead.

When a person dies, he dies.

No matter how rich you have, you cannot save it.
Chapter completed!