As night fell, the entire S City was silent, while the Wen Manor in the east of the city was brightly lit.
In the living room of the house of Wen Yiming, all the large family members were present. Even Old Madam Wen, who usually retired early, was sitting on the sofa with a weary expression.
"Brother, what should we do now? How about publishing an obituary early tomorrow morning?"
Wen Yizhong cautiously observed Wen Yiming's expression and asked.
"Obituary?"
Wen Yiming looked at Wen Yizhong with irritation, "What if she isn't dead?"
"How is that possible?"
Wen Yizhong looked incredulous, but when he saw Wen Yiming's calmness, he instantly wilted.
There's always a one-in-a-million chance, being cautious is always better.
If they published the obituary, and Wen Nuan returned soon after, the Wen family would become the biggest joke in S City.
At this moment, Wen Yizhong wanted to ask Wen Yiming whether the person sent to deal with Wen Nuan was reliable enough.
