After Lin Wan'er's call.
Lin Zhenghui took two female bodyguards with medium-short hair back to Jiang Meifeng's home in the village.
This kind of white event was something Lin Zhenghui had seen plenty since his childhood; it seemed there was such a banquet in the village every year.
One could say that cultural customs in the village were carried on with banquets, whether for joyful or mournful occasions.
On the outside of the house, many adults hurried over to lend a hand.
After all, the deceased was to be honored, and the village elders were gathered here to send Lin Zhenbo off on his last journey.
When Lin Zhenghui saw Jiang Meifeng,
she had already cried herself into a beauty of tears, draped in coarse hemp clothes, sobbing and crying, with a little girl following by her side.
Honestly, when Jiang Meifeng saw Lin Zhenghui,
she really wanted to throw herself into Lin Zhenghui's arms and cry her heart out.
