Funeral Home
Hearing Ren Xiang's words, Xiao Yifeng felt a faint pang of jealousy.
A fleeting romance, no less.
But it had to be said—Xia Zhizhi's looks were absolutely, utterly top-tier.
She was even a little more beautiful than the goddess in his heart, Luo Yinshuang.
It was understandable for Ren Xiang to harbor such thoughts.
"Let's head back first. Today's gains have been enormous too."
"Tomorrow is Xiao Meng's funeral. Brother Ming has suffered too great a blow—we need to keep an eye on him."
"Alright!" Xiao Yifeng nodded.
For Xiao Meng's send-off tomorrow, they had even summoned all their subordinates.
Such a thing was hard to accept.
The little girl who had been so lively and bouncing around before had now become a cold corpse.
Thinking back to that day when they ate at Su Ziming's house, he had even taught Xiao Meng some self-defense moves.
In the blink of an eye, the doctor was gone, Xiao Meng was gone, sister-in-law had gone mad, and Brother Ming had withered away.
Some people truly disappeared forever the moment they turned around.
Living in the moment and cherishing the people before one's eyes became all the more important.
Elsewhere, Shen Wuxiao went home after leaving the club.
He had no intention whatsoever of paying attention to those two country bumpkins, Xiao Yifeng and Ren Xiang.
In any case, with one incident after another, they would connect the dots themselves.
Either they would wildly fill in the blanks, or they would try to be clever.
Of course, analysis was human instinct.
When people encountered things that fit together logically while also possessing certain information,
their brains would link those pieces of information together.
It was only that the final answer could go disastrously wrong because of a single mistaken key