Urban Flowing Immort

Addressing a man in his fifties dressed in a suit, he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dong, we've done our best. Let's prepare for the aftercare of your son.",The man's face turned pale as a sheet the moment he heard. He hunched his shoulders and slowly sank into a nearby chair, muttering to himself. His entire being seemed to age decades in an instant.,"Find that boy's family, I want them all to bury my son!"。