In front of the funeral hall.
A young man in the prime of his life raised his right hand, gently catching a snowflake. With a light twist of his fingers, it disappeared into nothing, leaving only a trace of water.
Countless people stared straight at him, all eyes were on him, right at this moment.
Li Jicen remained silent, showing no expression, while the secretary beside him, and the others, were quietly impassive.
This person.
Compared to a few years ago, he seemed less naive and more composed.
The only thing unchanged was that ruthless streak and his decisive way of handling matters.
Of course, there was also that resolute face, with a steely determination.
Because of Li Jitang, he captured all the outsiders. After obtaining the desired result, he rushed here without stopping.
The purpose of coming here was self-evident.
Then...
All eyes turned to Li Jicen.
Regardless of the final outcome, today's funeral was destined to be ruined!
