At the entrance of Zhou Residence, several hundred people were standing densely packed.
All of them were dressed in black, giving off an old Shanghai vibe.
They formed a solid mass, completely surrounding the Zhou Residence.
Outside the courtyard, many guests who had come to offer condolences were stopped and couldn't enter.
And inside, those who wanted to leave were also stopped, unable to exit.
It was Qiao En's first time encountering a situation like this, and she felt somewhat intimidated.
"Secretary Qiao, thank you for the trouble. Please help persuade Ding Hao to stop. This will cause trouble if it continues," An Kexin urged.
Qiao En did not speak; she opened the car door and stepped out.
The crowd was packed tight, with no gaps to be found; she had to forcefully push her way through.
In front of the Zhou Residence's courtyard gate, Ding Hao sat in a black robe on an armchair, with his legs crossed, blocking the gate completely.
