"Patriarch Li, my condolences."
Qin Daofu walked straight to Li Xuandao and said regretfully.
After saying that, he raised his hand, and the wailing, gongs, drums, and coffin procession behind him all stopped. Everyone wore solemn expressions on their faces.
"Netherworld Coffin Shop. I've been entrusted by someone to arrange Young Master Li's funeral. Bow."
As he spoke, Qin Daofu led his brothers and bowed to Li Xuandao with a sincere attitude to express their condolences.
Huh?
Not only was Li Xuandao stunned by this scene, but all the guests present also revealed stunned expressions.
"The Li family invited someone over to hold the funeral? So fast?" Someone asked in surprise.
"Did they know that Li Chenzhou was going to die, so they made preparations in advance?"
"Impossible!"
