"Don't worry, A Jing, grandpa left you a coffin book. Even if grandpa dies, he won't delay your college education because of lack of money!"
Xia Jinglin saw Old Man Lei in the hospital for the last time. He held his hand and spoke with rare sincerity.
Xia Jinglin didn't know it at that time, but the rosy-faced old man with white beard in front of him had already returned to his former glory.
He didn't even expect that the coffin book the old man mentioned was the real 'coffin book'!
What is the first thing an eighteen-year-old college student does after inheriting a coffin shop?
Of course, they are all sold at low prices, so you can close the store and go back to school with peace of mind!
But who knows, this coffin is not an ordinary coffin and cannot be sold casually!
Otherwise, it will only cause a lot of inhuman trouble!
Late at night, Xia Jinglin huddled in the corner with his arms folded, watching the white shadows in the room shivering...
"Bring back our coffins..."
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