Fearing that the other party would be able to see through something, he hurriedly crouched down and used the act of picking up the offerings to hide the guilt in his heart. At the same time, he touched the mask and glasses on his face to make sure that they were safe and sound before letting out a sigh of relief.

At the same time that he was busy, he stealthily glanced at Zhan Beitian from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the other party had turned his gaze away, his heart truly calmed down.

The middle-aged woman stared straight at Mu Yifan as if she was staring at an enemy, and furthermore, the more she looked, the fiercer she became. She quickly walked to the side of the middle aged man and spoke in a low voice: "Child's father, look at him.

What?

Mu Yifan was stunned, although the middle-aged woman's voice was not loud, but at the same time, he could clearly hear what she said. Just as he was about to explain, he heard the old man angrily shout: "What? He is the driver who killed San Er? "

The middle-aged woman snorted: "Looking at how you are sneaking around, you must have a bad conscience. In the middle of the night, when San Er took my life, you came to visit me!"

Mu Yifan quickly stood up and explained, "This aunt …!"

F * ck!

Finding a random grave to burn would bring them this kind of unfortunate incident, and they would also be mistaken for the driver who killed their family!

Isn't he too unlucky?

Moreover, if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid that Zhan Beitian would recognize him, he wouldn't have kept it a secret, as if Zhan Beitian was a thief.

"Pui!" Who's your aunt? You truly are shameless. Don't think that just because you lost money you can make us forgive you! " The middle aged woman raised her voice and scolded Mu Yifan, following that, she laid down on the ground right in front of the grave and started wailing: "My poor San Er, not even five years old yet, and you're the one who …"

The other five all looked at him with red eyes, and the middle-aged man in particular had a face full of grief and indignation.

Mu Yifan dodged in a fluster: "You guys misunderstood me, I am not the driver that you speak of, I am just … "It's just that I went to the wrong grave …"

He had just shouted out these two words when the sound of firecrackers came from the side, firmly blocking his words.

The middle-aged man missed, he angrily raised his carrying pole again, and roared fiercely: "Bastard son of a b * tch, I will break both your legs to pay my respects to my San Er!"