Ye Qingmei's body trembled suddenly, her expression was dull, tears slid down her cheeks, she let go of Qin Xiulan's hand, slowly took a step back, her legs became soft, and she sat on the stool behind.

Then a huge feeling of sadness swallowed her instantly, and tears surged out like a flood of the Jedi. She covered her face and started crying desperately.

It's like a child who has lost his most beloved toy.

"Oh, girl, stop crying, your aunt's heart is broken."

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

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

It was so strange that he was sweeping his own grave. Lin Yu was so embarrassed that he urged Ye Qingmei to leave quickly. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingmei had no intention of leaving and sat in front of the tombstone and started to be stunned.

After a while, the cell phone in Ye Qingmei's bag suddenly rang. Lin Yu was helping her with the bag, so he quickly took out her phone and handed it to her.

"You take it for me." Ye Qingmei waved her hand a little confused.

Lin Yu helped her pick it up. In order to let her hear it, she turned on the speakerphone. An aunt's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, "Oh, Qingmei, come back quickly, there is a thief in your house,
Chapter completed!