Cheng Wenru got off the car and handed the urn to Cheng Juan. She looked a little tired and seemed to be in a distressed state. "Dad liked you the most. Take it," she said lightly.
Cheng Juan was dressed in white to convey his filial piety.
He bowed his head to look at the urn in Cheng Wenru's hands.
Before he was ready to accept it, Cheng Raohan, who had just got out of the car behind him yelled. "He can't accept it!"
Cheng Wenru frowned. She had always been headstrong. After hearing what he said, she immediately rebuked. "Shut up! Now is not the time for your nonsense, nor is it the time to argue about seniority!"
She only knew that Old Master Cheng would have hoped for Cheng Juan to do this.
Cheng Raohan ignored her and just smiled coldly at Cheng Juan. "I'm not causing a scene. He, Cheng Juan, has never belonged to the Cheng family!"
He didn't wait for Cheng Wenru's response.
