"What are you doing?" Xiao Yang looked at Zhou Fengfei and said coldly.

Zhou Fengpei wore a black suit, solemn and solemn. He did not understand Xiao Yang, but bowed three deep bows in front of Zhou Bowen's portrait before turning to look at Xiao Yang.

"Why can't I come? He is my father, and I deserve to attend the funeral." Zhou Fengpei proudly said.

Xiao Yang sneered.'You're too ashamed to say that he's your father! Yesterday afternoon, after you went to the psychiatric hospital to see him, he died. Whether his death has anything to do with you or not, I think you know it very well in your...