Zhao Bin was wearing a black suit and a solemn face at the Baoshan Funeral House in Beijing. Several senior members of the cutting-edge group accompanied him. Everyone was wearing black clothes.

Wang Tingzhi lay there quietly. He could not see how many people came to attend his funeral, let alone how high the standard of the funeral was.

Wang Tingzhi's father's face was very embarrassed. He had not slept much since he got the news that his son jumped from the building, but after all, he did not collapse like his wife. He was holding on.

Facing every mourner, Wang Tingzhi's father bowed deeply. Only when he saw Zhao...