Some things happened very suddenly. During occasional dinner gatherings, Shen Jing often overheard discussions.
"Are you going to the funeral?"
"His family isn't having a big send-off. An elder from the family will go; I won't."
"You want me to go alone? Nie Yanzuo, what about you?"
"Go where? What funeral?"
"The Wei Family's funeral. Wei Jiafu... Uncle had been in critical condition in the ICU for a long time. They're probably holding the funeral the day after tomorrow."
"No wonder I haven't seen the Wei siblings for so long. How could he pass away so suddenly?"
"They couldn't find a suitable liver donor for a transplant. What good is money then?"
Zhou Luchen blinked slowly and stood up to leave the table.
Suddenly, the private room fell silent. Everyone grew cautious, afraid of saying something wrong that might offend this formidable figure.
