"Lin Fan, you saw it. I've already helped you vent your anger and kicked Su Mengqing out."
At this moment, inside the brightly decorated Shen Family Mansion.
Watching Su Mengqing's embarrassed figure disappear beyond the door.
Shen Yueli retracted her gaze and quickly flashed a slightly amicable smile at Lin Fan.
"You should be satisfied now, right? So stop messing around and put down those ashes."
"Shen Yueli, do you think you're dreaming?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, shook his head in speechless amusement.
"After all these years, you haven't changed one bit, especially in forcing your mistakes onto others."
"Enough with the nonsense, my patience is limited. Hand over my mother's ashes immediately, or don't even think about keeping any of these Shen family ancestors' ashes!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Fan raised his hand and tossed it.
The white porcelain urn in his hand suddenly flew up high, about to repeat its fate.
"No, no, don't, please don't!"
