"Let's go." Leng Zirui stood up and walked toward the café's exit.
Ah Ke snapped back to reality, "Where to?"
"Luo Ke wants to see me. I need to make a trip to the island." Leng Zirui slipped his hand into his pocket, fingers gripping the small sunscreen box inside, "How are the preparations for Roselia's funeral?"
"The cemetery is already arranged, it can proceed anytime, the date is for you to decide." Ah Ke replied.
Leng Zirui nodded, "I need to think it over carefully."
He indeed had to think it over carefully. Roselia's funeral would be attended by Luo Ke, giving him a chance to leave the island. If this was planned well, it should allow Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian to escape smoothly.
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Lais Hotel, small side hall.
"What's going on?" Lei Wenting frowned, glancing at Lei Qingqing's visibly swollen left cheek, his tone displeased.
