At that moment, Yue Ran froze.
Yue Bailing froze.
Everyone present froze.
On every helicopter, there was a large "Xiao" character.
Everyone getting out of the cars was dressed in black, a white flower pinned on their chest.
The scene was so imposing that everyone stopped in their tracks, some were dumbfounded.
"What's happening?"
Yue Bailing clutched Yue Ran's hand, shaken and frightened.
Yue Ran was still trying to appear calm.
"I don't know, what's going on? These people look like they're here for the funeral, but who are they?"
"Young Master, the Xiao Family! They're from the Xiao Family!"
A bodyguard, trembling, said, "That big Xiao character on the helicopters, there's no mistaking it."
Xiao Chen sighed.
Why did these guys show up?
This time, he attended the funeral quietly, not wanting to draw attention.
Helplessly, he put on a mask and got into the car: "Zhang Qi, you handle things from here on!"
Helicopters patrolled the sky.
