“Why don’t we hold the press conference tomorrow?” Xu Ping felt that her instructions were weird.

“I have to go to the cemetery tomorrow.”

Only then did Xu Ping recall that her rumored ‘biological father’ had yet to be buried.

“Can’t you hold the press conference after the burial? It’s better if we explain the situation as soon as possible.”

“I have to “take care” of someone tomorrow afternoon,” Sheng Jiaoyang said calmly.

Xu Ping wanted to ask her who she was going to deal with, but ultimately chose not to. Even if their relationship was quite good, she should know her position as a manager.

There was a heavy downpour on the day of the burial.

All the funeral attendees were donned in black and held black umbrellas in their hands.

Sheng Jiaoyang personally held the urn carrying her deceased father’s ashes, and Shen Zhining stood by her side and held up the umbrella for her, shielding her from the rain and wind.

The situation looked like a scene lifted straight out of a movie.

After Sheng Jiaoyang placed Sheng Xun’s urn next to Yang Xiansu’s urn, she knelt down on the ground without caring if it was wet. Then, she kowtowed in front of...