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Yuan Zifeng's funeral was held with great fanfare...

Early in the morning, He Tingyu took Leng Xiu, Bai Yan, Hei Feng, Leng Qing, Ruo Bing and others to the funeral site.

At the funeral scene, Yuan Zifeng's face was hanging on the face. He was so serious and unsmiling that a single photo can make people intimidated.

When He Xiao woke up early in the morning, his first reaction was to lower his eyes and look at Yuan Gungun in his arms.

"Honey, morning."

Yuan Gungun opened his eyes under He Xiao's worried gaze, yawned not very elegantly, and nuzzled into his arms habitually.

He Xiao stretched out his arms and hugged Yuan Gungun tightly, worry written on his brows.

"Honey, today is Dad's funeral."

"Um."

Yuan Gungun's face was buried in He Xiao's arms so that no one could see her expression, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

"Wife?"

Hearing that something was wrong with Yuan Gungun's voice, He Xiao immediately pulled her away from his arms. He thought he would see a face full of tears, but he never thought that she was just stained with sadness between her eyebrows, but she did not shed any tears.

"Husband, I'm fine."

Although she was still sad about her father leaving, she understood deep down in her heart.

"Is it really okay today?"

"Can!"

Yuan Gungun nodded heavily in He Xiao's arms...
Chapter completed!