Quan Tao's memorial service was grand, with many of Quan Corporation's old subordinates coming to send him off for the last time. Quite a few wealthy and famous people from high society also attended, since nobody wanted to miss the opportunity to connect with Quan Tianyou.
Quan Tianyou, clad in mourning attire, stood to the side, expressionless, returning the courtesies to the guests. He mechanically bowed to those people, not caring about who they were.
"Mr. Quan, please accept my condolences!"
He had heard this phrase hundreds of times, and his mind had already blocked out these voices.
"Tianyou, why don't you sit down for a bit?"
Lu Yunxi, also in mourning attire, stood beside Quan Tianyou. Seeing his poor complexion, she worried he might not hold up, knowing he hadn't slept the whole night.
Quan Tianyou shook his head and replied, "No need, this is Grandpa's last journey, I must see it through!"
