Quan Tao's funeral took three days, and finally, everything was over, and everyone's life returned to normal.
Quan Tianyou placed Quan Tao's urn in the Quan Corporation ancestral hall, next to Grandma's. He knew Quan Tao had been lonely for so long, and now they were finally reunited.
He put back Quan Tao's portrait in the old house, the place where Quan Tao had lived his entire life. He would like to return here.
"Grandpa, rest in peace!"
Quan Tianyou gently stroked Quan Tao's portrait. He left with no regrets, his heart now at peace.
"Young Master Tianyou..."
The butler saw Quan Tianyou, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Uncle Yang, if there's anything you want to say, just say it!"
Quan Tianyou could sense the butler's dilemma and turned to look at him.
