Xianyu struggled to keep his expression under control. He looked composed, but inside, he was panicking like mad.
He slowly turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the Chief Strategist.
Xianyu discreetly signaled to him with his eyes.
The Chief Strategist had just finished dealing with the people trying to cultivate connections. Holding a white flower, he entered the Memorial Hall and immediately saw his superior standing beside the pink-haired girl.
The pink-haired girl was crying so pitifully that anyone would have felt sorry for her. Her eyes were like faucets that would not shut off, tears spilling down in a steady stream.
The Chief Strategist thought, If only I could beat you in a fight...
He took several deep breaths, forcing down his anger while furiously cursing his superior in his mind.
Who goes to a funeral and makes the deceased's daughter cry? Even if you did, at least consider where you are! How could you stir up trouble in the Memorial Hall, right in front of the deceased?
If the Chief Strategist had been the one in that coffin, the sheer fury would have brought him back to life. He would have thrown off the lid, climbed out, and punched his superior in the face a few times!
With a grim expression, the Chief Strategist stepped forward to offer his flower, then struck up a conversation with the pink-haired girl to help clean up the mess his superior had left behind.
Xianyu let out a long breath and turned to leave the Memorial Hall.
For this outing, he had deliberately followed the usual procedure and asked the Chief Strategist to inform Chaoyan of his itinerary.
In the past, he would simply take his Stellar Destroyer and leave whenever he pleased, giving his subordinates