C157 The Price of Incubated Blood Was Low

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mang. I want to accompany Little Juan and give her the final burial." Yao Ping rubbed the urn with the picture of the young girl in his hand and shook his head gently.

"I understand. May she be well in heaven." Wang Mang looked at Yao Ping's deep feelings and sighed with mixed feelings. He slowly walked away from the dilapidated shed.

"Mr. Mang, let's go upstairs to eat