Liu Zhizhong was still somewhat excited and curious, as it was rare for his wife to initiate a call.
He immediately answered the phone, his voice still carrying the usual tenderness.
"Wife, what's the matter?"
Zhao Yan's voice was still chillingly cold. "I heard you went to a funeral and got a cold shoulder?"
"Uh..." Liu Zhizhong was stunned, then feeling helpless, "Is the news spreading that fast? Wife, what else have you heard?"
"Old Sir Zhang died because of you, and the Zhang Family Members hate you to death. Almost all the Zhang Family hold a grudge against you, right? Except for... Zhang Qixiang? Oh, maybe that slut Zhang Xueyao too?"
Zhao Yan remained indifferent, her tone sounding like that of a couple who often quarreled.
"Sigh..." Liu Zhizhong sighed, "Good news stays hidden, bad news travels far. I reckon, within a day, all of Yangzhou will know about this, thinking I caused the old man's death. Wife, do you think I'm wronged?"
