บท 87: High-Key

"How can I possibly befriend a person like that? I would become so depressed," Zhu Lingling said with a hint of disdain.

The attendants of the funeral ceremony marched forward in streaming columns all the way to the North Hill Public Cemetery. Grandma Huo was to be buried in the best feng shui spot available – the peak of the mountain.

Supposedly, a space in this cemetery cost fifty thousand yuan per square meter.

It was terribly expensive, but the Huo family purchased two thousand square meters in one go – forging their very own, exclusive, mausoleum. 

On the side, Huo Mian stood silently with her sunglasses on.

Suddenly, Huo Siyi walked up to her and said, "What are you looking at? Are you envious? This is the mausoleum that dad bought exclusively for the Huo family. Don't even think about being buried here, a bastard daughter like you would never be qualified."