"Who are you people...ah!" Before Huang Qiang could finish speaking, Iron Cannon tossed him out like throwing a little chick.
With the urn in his hands, Su Han slowly walked up to Elder Geng and his wife, a trace of sorrow on his face.
Elder Geng looked at Su Han, then at Iron Cannon and the others standing in two rows behind him, as if realizing something.
Especially the black-and-white photo on the urn!
He suddenly covered his mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably as he looked at the urn and the photo on it. Tears streamed down his face, and it felt as though his throat was filled with sand, rendering him speechless.
His calloused hands trembled, reaching out but not daring to touch the urn.
Elder Geng's lips moved as he looked at Su Han, his eyes filled with disbelief, but that photo was unmistakably of his own son...