They kept asking if there was no actual bet, would Xiao Yao's family still be doing well now.
However, this question doesn't have an "if," because Xiao Yao's family of three is dead, so no one can answer them.
Just because they all died, this became an eternal guilt in their hearts.
On the day of Xiao Yao's funeral, the sky was drizzling, or perhaps even heaven couldn't bear Xiao Yao's death and shed tears.
Zhu Wei brought his family, Shangguan Fei, Jian Jingyi, and Feng Chengyue, all dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, with exceptionally solemn expressions. They walked behind the honor guard.
At the cemetery, they watched as Xiao Yao was about to be laid to rest.
Suddenly, a stern male voice shouted, "Xia Moliang, Zi Zhe, what are you doing here? Haven't you harmed Xiao Yao enough? Even after her death, won't you let her rest in peace?"
Zi Zhe said nothing, but Xia Moliang was different, her expression filled with anger as she looked at Feng Chengyue, her former friend.
