Xu's house, hall.
A beautiful woman who looked quite pretty was now sitting on a mahogany chair, her eyes red and she was sobbing softly.
Xu Tianwu frowned and said, "Okay, stop crying!"
"No matter how much you cry, Ning'er will never come back to life."
The beautiful woman sobbed, "That's our son! Our only son..."
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