Before long, Qian Xuan's expression became serious again. Gazing at the rippling blue waves of the pond in the last breezes of the sunset, the newly permed and thickened strands of his hair fluttered one by one—lending him an even more carefree and transcendent aura.
"Little bro, this time at Lei Duo's funeral... Shit, I still prefer calling him Lei Duo. It feels more intimate," Qian Xuan said, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"Mm…" Liu Zhizhong nodded in understanding.
"Make sure you do a good job. If you do, there will be plenty of benefits. But, there's a key issue—Xiang Wenhua, that bastard, will definitely come to the funeral. And he'll undoubtedly pester Feng Xiaoyue relentlessly until he gets what he wants. I know his temperament all too well."
"Mm…"
Liu Zhizhong nodded again, signaling that he understood. He had thought about this problem even before the meal.
"So, you gotta try hard for me, beat Xiang Wenhua, and get Feng Xiaoyue as soon as possible."
