Two days later, at a cemetery in Zhonghai, members of the Xu Family were all dressed in black, with solemn expressions and faces laden with grief.
Today was Nangong Fu's funeral, and almost everyone from the Xu Family had come. Ning Fan stood beside Xu Ruolan, with Xu Xiaoqing, Xu Rongfei, and Xu Chengyuan among others beside them.
"Wuuu, my son, how could you just leave like this!"
Nangong Fu's mother had become a weeping figure in front of Xu Chengyuan, and a man was clenching his fists, glaring furiously at him.
"Chengyuan, I expect an explanation from you about this!"
The middle-aged man standing in front of Xu Chengyuan was Nangong Li, Nangong Fu's father, who had rushed back overnight from the Magnesium Country after hearing of his son's demise, his hair turning white over the course of one night.
The devastating news of Nangong Fu's death had plunged the entire Nangong Family into deep sorrow.
Among them, Nangong Fu's parents were the most heartbroken.
