He taught Jianxin what he learned throughout his life, but never asked for anything in return.

Ye Zhiqiu has no reason to blame the world for being the second best person.

He was just silent about Jiannu's death.

"Where is he?" Ye Zhiqiu asked with his lips pursed. "I want to send him off."

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty." Tang Huan said calmly.

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty?" Ye Zhiqiu was stunned at first, then said bitterly. "I really regret not being friends with you."

"Oh. It should be better to be a brother."

Ye Zhiqiu hung up the phone.

That night, except for Sister Liu, Ye Zhiqiu did not return all night and guarded the sword slave.

That night, Tang Huan made more than a hundred calls.

Most of them know about Jiannu, and some even deal with Jiannu.

There are still a few who don’t know that there is such a bad old man in this world.

But because of Tang Huan's words, they still came.

This includes Dong Xinyi and Mr. Tong who turned enemies into friends with Tang Huan.

Tang Huan knew that tomorrow morning, the lobby of the prosperous Tang Dynasty would be filled with wreaths sent by these big figures and their sincere regrets.

Tang Huan wanted to hold this funeral at risk.

Even from now on, he will be regarded as a mortal enemy by the Yao family. He doesn't care at all.

Because he respects the sword slave and admires the sword slave.

He hopes that this old senior can leave with glory.
Chapter completed!