He indifferently exited Wen Tang's line of sight, wandering intermittently at the funeral.
By chance, he encountered the corporation's name left on a wreath and even took out his mobile to search it.
It was more like he considered the funeral a networking event.
He glanced at the time on his wristwatch—five o'clock sharp.
Most of the people who had come for the funeral had almost left.
Lu Minghao returned to where Wen Tang was and asked, "The old lady will be buried in an hour, have you thought about the next step?"
Wen Tang, with her knees red and her legs numb, stood up.
"Not yet," she said nonchalantly, looking at the urn in front of her.
Thinking again, she turned her gaze to Lu Minghao, "But you, on the other hand, can shake things up for the Lu Family."
"The murkier, the better."
As she spoke, she fixed her gaze in the distance.
Lu Minghao followed her gaze.
It was Lu Nianxin, lightly speaking and engaging in a conversation; he instantly understood.
