Cheng Xiaojing had built a villa for himself on South Ring Road in the Tianhu City District. Although the villa wasn't as luxurious as Ye Feng's, it was still very nice.
Upon hearing that Ye Feng was a friend of Cheng Xiaojing, the people inside the villa opened the door and let him in. After Ye Feng parked the car and got out, he followed them into the villa.
The atmosphere in Cheng Xiaojing's home was very bleak, with white spirit money fluttering everywhere, a sign that a funeral had recently taken place—or what is commonly referred to as affairs conducted after someone has died.
In an instant, Ye Feng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and a kind of inexplicable sorrow welling up in his heart. Although he really didn't want to accept this reality, the fact was now in front of him, compelling him to believe it.
"What exactly happened to Xiaojing?" Ye Feng suppressed the sadness in his heart and looked earnestly at the little nanny in front of him, asking softly.
