After leaving, Ye Xuan did not return to the villa but went to find Li Weihai to discuss the arrangements for Li Jianhua's funeral.
Death is truly peculiar!
In this world, someone dies every seven seconds. It may be related to you, or it may not. The only certainty is that the deceased's relatives and friends will be deeply saddened.
Just like Ye Xuan at this moment, the sadness in his heart was indescribable.
Organizing the funeral... is the last thing Ye Xuan can do for Li Jianhua.
This matter can be large or small.
But Ye Xuan has always valued loyalty, and this funeral must be extraordinary, unprecedented.
Sitting in the Yanhai Hotel, on the table in front of Ye Xuan were two cups of hot tea, and next to Ye Xuan, Suzuki Wako sat, having followed along.
"The funeral must be grand!"
Ye Xuan said expressionlessly, his solemn and cold gaze fixed on Li Weihai standing before him, speaking sternly.
"Master Xuan, rest assured, this funeral will definitely be grand."
