Funeral Service

Yan Hao went to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water. When he returned, he saw Mo Yancheng standing at the back door with a cup of coffee.

He seemed as though he wanted to go out. He placed a hand on the door handle, but he did not push it.

"I heard that there is a garden outside and the scenery is not bad. Movie King, why don't we…"

Yan Hao's hand trembled, and half of the hot water spilled onto the floor. He hurriedly placed the cup on the bar counter and took out a few pieces of tissue to wipe his hands.

For no other reason than the fact that the man's gaze was really scary, as if he wanted to eat him up.

He looked at Mo Yancheng in embarrassment. "Movie King, what happened? I… I didn't offend you, did I?"

Mo Yancheng pursed his lips tightly and placed the coffee cup on the bar counter with a loud bang. Because of the action, more than half of the coffee spilled out.