Old Madam Wen's eyes suddenly widened to a round shape, her mouth half open, muttering repeatedly, "No, impossible."
"You, deceived me, leave, leave..."
Screaming miserably, Old Madam Wen wailed, "Yi, Yiming, Yizhong..."
"Aunt, stop shouting, there's no one..."
With a straight back and graceful posture, Bai Heshu said softly, "Elder Brother has been gone for a month already. On the day Wen Group collapsed, he left. After the funeral, he was buried in Xishan Public Cemetery. Aunt, do you know Xishan Public Cemetery?"
"It's quite a good place, nestled against the mountain and beside the water. Elder Brother has worked hard for decades. Nowadays, this place is both quiet and secluded, I think he would definitely like it."
Hearing Bai Heshu say Wen Yiming was gone, Old Madam Wen was still in doubt, wondering where he could go with Wen Group being so busy.
Upon hearing this further, Old Madam Wen's face turned pale, her eyes filled with unbelievable astonishment.
