The funeral of Yu Zhiyuan was cold and desolate.
The Yu Family didn't even have a single relative, only Yu Sangwan stood vigil in front of the spirit tablet, An Daoxun and his wife came to pay their respects.
"Wanwan, don't be too sad."
Such lukewarm words, Yu Sangwan responded politely, "Thank you, Uncle, Aunt."
Mrs. An held Yu Sangwan's hand, "Now that your father is gone, Wanwan, come home with Auntie from now on!"
Her eyes reddened; although she was considering her son's future, at this moment she also genuinely felt sorry for Yu Sangwan. From today onward, Yu Sangwan truly became an orphan.
"Auntie..." Yu Sangwan opened her mouth but didn't have time to refuse.
A strong shadow loomed beside her; she didn't need to look up to know it was Lu Jinxuan.
"Madam, she is mine, I'll take care of her myself." Lu Jinxuan frowned, having no affection for An Daoxun and his wife.
