chapter 40 I'll tell you to get over here!

The weather is a bit gloomy.

Jianghai Funeral Home was shrouded in dark clouds.

At this moment, Bowen Gellar was wearing a black suit and a white flower on his collar, standing solemnly in front of Ernest Gellar's body.

My mood is extremely complicated.

Although it is said that life and death are both clear, there is always some inexplicable sadness.

During his lifetime, Ernest Gellar Bowen Gellar!

Now die!

Bowen Gellar, do you really...