Three days later.
The Lu family's funeral.
Lu Nanze sat in his wheelchair in his mourning garment. At the entrance to greet the guests, he accepted condolences with an expressionless face.
He nodded mechanically in response to the people paying their last respects, and his expression didn't change no matter who walked by. He did not speak a word.
In Suzhou, everyone wanted to please him, hence no one dared to point out his lack of manners. Besides, no one could really expect a family member of the deceased to put up a perfect show of manners.
Dad Lu was the closest family Lu Nanze had, his only father.
Now that he had died, Lu Nanze was truly alone.
As he contemplated this fact, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He greeted guests that turned up until a couple stood before him.
At once, he heard a familiar voice call him, "Second Brother."
