Chapter 270
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Mo Jinyong hung up the phone.
Old Lady Mo cursed at the phone in confusion.
"Little brat! How dare you hang up on me! "
"Old Lady, does Young Master Jin Rong have any plans? This young mistress is the daughter-in-law of the Mo Family. Even if there is a funeral, it should be arranged by the Mo Family. Who would be so impatient to hold a funeral? I think the Lan Family is not easy to deal with."
Mother Wu guessed from the back.
"The Lan Family is still alright. It's just that I heard that they have a troublesome son. It's really a headache. Forget it, why am I here? Enron's life and death is still unknown and they are already arranging a funeral. How outrageous!"
Old Lady Mo had never seen a family as outrageous as the Lan Family. Her heart was filled with contempt.
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Very quickly, Lan Tingyi prepared everything. The funeral was held in an abandoned warehouse. The reason why he chose this place was because it was cheap. Lan Tingyi could not bear to spend the money to rent an expensive venue.
Now, many reporters were gathered together, waiting for Mo Jinyong to appear.
Lan Yanran arrived at this place and curled his lips in dissatisfaction. How could his sister's funeral be so shabby? Luckily, it was not real. Otherwise, he would definitely fight until his head bled.
Xu Yanshan was busy greeting the guests and serving some simple tea. She even had a smile on her face, as if nothing had happened.
"Yo, my sister is gone and you still have the cheek to collect money. Are you not embarrassed to accept this money?"
Lan Yanran walked to Lan Yaxin and said unhappily.
Lan Yaxin counted the money and pretended to be very sad as she cried.
"Yanran, although my relationship with my sister was not good, I am also very sad that she is gone. I am temporarily keeping this money on behalf of Second Uncle and Second Aunt. When it is over, I will give it to you. Why don't you accept this money?"
Lan Yaxin cried and looked in the direction of Lan Tingyun.
"You're holding Enron's funeral in such a place?"
Lan Tingyun was angry and anxious. He looked around and saw that there were only a few wreaths and a large portrait. The table for collecting money was even larger than the wreaths. He could not accept that this was a funeral for his daughter.
"Second Brother, our economic ability is limited and we don't have the money to build a good place. We'll just make do with this place."
Lan Tingyi said, feeling wronged. There was no sadness on his face. Instead, it was full of desire for money.
"We didn't ask you to hold this funeral, but you insisted on showing off. Now that my daughter's funeral is so shabby, how can I face Enron?"
Li Yueru cried.
"Enough! Why are you crying? Enron is already dead. As her mother, stop crying and let her leave in peace! "
Zhao Xiumei said impatiently.
At this time, Lan Yaxin's classmates rushed over. They said that they were here to mourn Lan Enron, but they were actually here to see Lan Yanran.
"Is Enron really dead?"
Sun Hui's eyes were swollen from crying as she asked Lan Yaxin.
Lan Yaxin nodded and covered her face as she cried.
Zhao Xiaolei cried the loudest. She did not expect that her deskmate would be gone in an instant.
"Enron, you didn't even tell me that you're married, and you're married to Mo Jinyong from the Mo Family. Enron, where are you?"
Lan Yaxin felt embarrassed and walked away.
At this time, many classmates surrounded Lan Yanran. Seeing that he looked haggard, they took photos and posted them on the forum to discuss his mental state.
"What are you doing? If you're not here to mourn my sister, please get out immediately! "
Lan Yanran said impatiently in front of the many cameras. He then turned and walked out.
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