Remembering Xiang Wenhua, Liu Zhizhong could only sigh bitterly.
Wenhua, the wild old man, was actually a decent person, who valued rules and also understood loyalty.
In his personal life, he wasn't a perfect man, perhaps even a scoundrel, but that didn't affect his superior existence.
After Feng Xiaoyue married, he remained single, of course, with the reality of being de facto spouses and life partners with Professor Li, it didn't lessen his love, attention, and concern for Feng Xiaoyue.
Probably, Xiang Wenhua had already heard such news, what kind of experience would that be for him?
Would Xiang Wenhua attend Lei Duo's funeral?
In the future, would Xiang Wenhua's figure appear amidst the gossip at the widow Feng Xiaoyue's doorstep? Liu Zhizhong was somewhat certain in his heart.
Ah, what twists and stories would come in the future, who could know?
Driving, his mind cluttered with these thoughts, Liu Zhizhong found himself missing Xiang Qingqing quite a bit.
