"Uncle, Yaoyao, don't panic. We're going over now to see who is digging your mother's grave," Huangfu Jianchen quickly comforted.
"Alright, Jianchen, thank you for your trouble."
...
Father and daughter rode in Huangfu Jianchen's luxury car to Tomb Ridge, where a military green jeep was parked.
Mi Yao was startled when she got out of the car and saw the jeep, because it belonged to Feng Yueming.
Mi Zhenglin had already rushed over, only to see that Pingping's tombstone had been knocked down, and a group of people in black uniforms were digging up the soil with shovels.
The Tomb Guardian, an old man, was pleading pitifully beside them, "Stop, for heaven's sake! Who are you people? This is a deceased's grave. What deep hatred compels you to desecrate it after their death? You're too cruel!"
Mi Zhenglin rushed over; his face pale as he shouted, "Stop! Stop now!"
Two men in black subdued Mi Zhenglin, and Mi Yao quickly ran over, "Daddy, are you alright?"
