Two days later, at Old Master Wei's funeral.
Everyone who was supposed to be in Beijing was here.
The entrance of the Wei residence was filled with all kinds of cars. The license plate number of each car was extraordinary.
The Wei family, including Wei Ling and Shen Jingyan, were all wearing black suits. They stood at the door solemnly to welcome the people who came to pay their respects.
Wei Ying stood beside Wei Ling and was supported by her. She looked sad. Her eyes were red from crying, and her expression was haggard.
Except for her daughter, Wei Ling, and her son-in-law, Shen Jingyan, everyone in the family treated her strangely.
It seemed contemptuous and unconsciously distant.
No one else was willing to stand together with her.
Everyone seemed to have agreed to stay away from her.
Wei Ying stood on the left. There was nothing behind her, and only Wei Ling and Shen Jingyan stood with her.
