Just after the meeting ended, Ye Jiaqi made a phone call first.

"Will you go home for dinner tonight?" she asked expectantly.

Josnian glanced out the dark window. The night was falling and the street lights were already on one after another: "If you don't come back, don't wait for me."

"I know." Ye Jiaqi knew that he was busy these days, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Josnian and Meng Chen had a meal at the restaurant, and Josnian drank some wine.

"I'll go to the cemetery later. Qingming Festival is coming soon. Let me see if there is anything I need to buy." Josnian said calmly, but there was a bit of uneasiness in his voice.

Meng Chen's heart skipped a beat and he nodded: "Yes."

In the cemetery, there is not only the tomb of Josnian's mother Qin Qing, but also the tomb of his father.

Of course, more than 20 years ago, dozens of lives were lost in the Qiao family.

They were all living people, but they died overnight.

"Master Qiao, I won't go up tonight. I will definitely go to the grave during the Qingming Festival in a few days."

"Can."

"Master Qiao, what is past is past, more than twenty years ago." Meng Chen's throat moved and his tone was dull.

It was a lie to say that he didn't mind, but he hadn't been too worried about it in recent years. After all, Xiang Shaoguang and the murderers he hired had died long ago.

If we really say that there is no end to retribution for injustice.

However, Josnian was burdened with much more than he was.

Josnian picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in one gulp. His brows were furrowed and his jawline was tense.

He didn't speak, he just drank wine silently, with a layer of frost-like coldness condensing in his eyes, like falling snow in winter.

Suddenly, the restaurant seemed extremely quiet, and not a single sound could be heard.

Meng Chen also picked up the wine glass and took a few sips of wine.

Relatively silent, the two of them just drank one glass after another, finishing the wine in the glass.

At this time of year, even the air seems to be covered with a layer of ice, which can freeze your heart at any time.

Unfortunately, this year's spring is not very warm. It is quite cold, which adds a bit of coolness.

No one spoke again, they just drank their own wine.

The meal didn't last long, and Meng Chen sent Josnian downstairs.

"I'll call the driver." Meng Chen said.

Josnian nodded and got into the passenger seat, his head aching.

I can't tell whether it's a headache or a pain in my heart, but the pain is like a shadow and lingers.

Qiao Family Cemetery.

It is surrounded by willows, pine trees, and poplar trees, and everything is green as far as the eye can see.

It is the season when trees sprout buds in early spring, and the trees and grass in the cemetery are also sprouting green buds. The color of the grass looks distant but invisible up close.

The cemetery is in a very remote place, and it took the driver more than an hour to drive there.

It was pitch dark in the suburbs, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The driver sent Josnian over without turning off the lights.

Butler Tang walked out of the house in surprise: "Master Qiao, why are you here? Why didn't you call me? I was ready."

"I just have some free time, come and visit."

The evening breeze blew on my body, sending a chill that penetrated my bones.

Josnian only wore a suit jacket with a white shirt underneath.

His black leather shoes stepped on the cement road, his steps were heavy, and his face was gloomy.

"Master Qiao, you can come during the day. It's too cold at night." Butler Tang followed Josnian, and she smelled the smell of alcohol on Josnian's body.

"It's okay, I just came to take a look first, and I'll be back for the Tomb Sweeping Day in a few days."
Chapter completed!