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"Thank you, I'll contact you if I need to," Sun Jikai said after a moment's pause, nodded towards Sun Maochai, and hurried off.
It was somewhat of a hasty retreat.
With some time left before the funeral began, the seated guests were mostly chatting with people they knew. Though Jiang Feng was sitting in a corner, there were people around him, and all he had to do was perk up his ears to catch plenty of gossip.
Such as Sun Jikai's mother and his uncle tearing into each other, Sun Jikai's parents doing the same, and the squabbles between Sun Jikai's father and his uncle.
Of course, the discussions of others were a mix of truth and falsehood, and Jiang Feng listened without taking them seriously. But even watered-down gossip was quite entertaining to eavesdrop on.
Just as Jiang Feng was getting into the swing of gossip, Sun Maochai, who had been looking down at his phone with squinted eyes, finally spoke up.
