1112 Funeral
“That’s impossible, right?”
“I don’t believe it. Let’s bet 10,000. I bet he’s not dead.”
“It’s not impossible. That’s 28 billion virtual coins on the black market. Money makes the world go round.”
“Yes, I heard that there are really many experts gathered this time.”
“Is he really dead?”
“Speaking of which, he’s quite a character. He can be recorded in the history of Lanca.”
Zhou Feiyang was sitting in the office. She was wearing a black dress and looked solemn.
She raised her hand and read the comments. Tears streamed down her face. She held her head in her hands and looked like she was in pain.
More and more tears streamed down her face. She liked Yi Juncheng, so her tears at this moment were naturally real. They were sincere and hot.
Her heart ached.
However, after a while, if one were to inch closer, one could see the smile on her lips.
Half of her face was exposed, and tears were streaming down her face.
The other half of her face was dark. There were no tears in the corner of her eye. Instead, she was smiling.
This scene was terrifying. It was like a terrifying oil painting.
Although she had gone through a lot of trouble and even wished she could go bankrupt, no one could get what she couldn’t.
Since Yi Juncheng didn’t love her and abandoned her, she wouldn’t let Sheng Yang get him either.
She couldn’t wait to see Sheng Yang in pain, but…
Soon, she stood up. Seeing was believing. There were some things that she had to confirm personally.
If Yi Juncheng was really dead, the Hall of One Man’s Rule would definitely be in chaos. It should be a mess now. It was time for her to stand up.
Although she was no longer a member of the Hall of One Man’s Rule, she was still a core figure of the Hall of One Man’s Rule before she was expelled.
…
Zhou Feiyang was right. The Hall of One Man’s Rule was indeed a little chaotic, but it was not what she expected.
Preparations for Yi Juncheng’s funeral were underway in an orderly manner. Tong Liang’s eyes were red and swollen, but he was still giving instructions. When he saw Zhou Feiyang, his voice was hoarse. “What are you doing here?”
The Hall of One Man’s Rule probably did not know about her matter. Owl had not spread the news, so Zhou Feiyang continued to pretend to be a two-faced person. “I was the hall master’s subordinate previously. I came to reminisce about the hall master.”
This woman was soft and delicate. When she cried, her tears seemed more real than pearls.
Tong Liang had almost fallen for her trick previously and thought that she was the hall master’s wife.
However, Tong Liang finally understood that he could not just look at the surface.
For example, the real wife didn’t seem to care about the hall master, but she was willing to sacrifice her life for him.
“Hehehe…” Tong Liang only said two words. “Get out.”
He was expressionless.
Zhou Feiyang was stunned. “Tong Liang…”
In the past, when he saw her as a goddess, his gaze could not be more sincere. At that time, he admired her so much, but now, his gaze was as cold as ever.
She thought he still looked up to her.
But now…
“Very well.” Zhou Feiyang gritted her teeth and left.
After she had left for a while, Tong Liang walked through the long corridor to the room at the back.
He knocked on the door before a high-tech door opened from both sides.
“Boss, we’re just putting on a show. Holding a funeral isn’t appropriate, right? It’s inauspicious,” Tong Liang advised worriedly.
A familiar, magnetic male voice sounded with a seductive smile. “What’s inauspicious about it? We have to do it. Won’t this earn Yangyang some extra money?”
Tong Liang: “…”
He couldn’t understand Boss’ train of thought!