For this funeral, the Fujiwara Family spared no effort, the banquet was prepared exceptionally lavishly.
Unlike communal dining, to provide a tranquil dining atmosphere for their distinguished guests, the Fujiwara Family prepared private rooms for each guest.
In an individual private room.
Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were already enjoying their meal immensely, while Jiang Chen was playing with his phone.
Although Jiang Chen didn't run into Cynthia today, he did encounter a rather interesting figure, even if their eyes only met briefly without any verbal communication or exchange.
Perhaps it was intuition.
Jiang Chen instinctively felt that the "Huang Mao" might have some connection to Cynthia.
Who says men can't have a sixth sense?
Moreover, both were from the Western world, with such extraordinary appearances.
Hmm.
There's nothing shameful about it.
