As soon as they reached the carpet, the camera started snapping photos of the two of them, and the reporter stretched out his arm and handed the microphone to Lu Feng, asking him all sorts of questions.
There was a lot of commotion ahead, with many security personnel maintaining order, blocking Lu Feng's path.
"Mr. Lu, the Feng family's assets haven't been allocated yet? Is there anything you'd like to say?"
“I’m in a bad mood and I won’t be giving interviews. What happened earlier?” Lu Feng asked.
“Feng Zhicheng and Zhu Biaozhi got into a fight. Feng Zhicheng even tore up the copy of the will that Zhu Biaozhi had produced, saying that there were other agreements besides the will,” explained a female reporter in front of them.
Lu Feng secretly thought that the money was well spent, working so hard. Little did he know that Zhu Biaozhi no longer cared about that little bit of money. Major media outlets were flocking to Zhu Biaozhi, and the interview fees and appearance fees were several times higher than what Lu Feng had given him. Zhu Biaozhi now understood that as long as he maintained his popularity, major TV stations would be scrambling to have him.
"Who do you think you are, causing trouble at my father's farewell party?"
Feng Zhicheng's angry voice came from inside, accompanied by gasps from the crowd and the rapid clicking of camera shutters. There seemed to be pushing and shoving, and things were in complete chaos.
"Enough!!!"
A loud shout echoed through the scene. Feng Zhiyao stood at the door, looking at the chaos before him. He stepped forward and pulled Zhu Biaozhi away, followed by Feng Zhixiong, who stood three steps away. It was clear that Feng Zhixiong did not want to get involved in these matters. He had no backing or power, and he would just take what was rightfully his and leave.
"Stop making a fool of yourself." Feng Zhiyao said to Zhu Biaozhi, "You're an adult, don't take it to heart. Go back and don't let my dad see this. Let him leave in peace."
"Are you pretending to be a dutiful son? Wasn't all of this arranged by you? Why are you pulling out that will? Isn't it just to tear up the previous agreement?" Feng Zhicheng was completely enraged. He shouted at the surrounding reporters, "The Feng family will always be the Feng family in my hands, but this guy, this guy in front of me, is acting like a dog for outsiders in order to seize the family property. Without Lu Feng, would you be where you are today?"
The cameras on site were all focused on Lu Feng. Seeing this, Lu Feng hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked forward, passing by Feng Zhicheng without stopping.
Feng Zhicheng grabbed Lu Feng's arm and said, "I advise you not to interfere in my family's affairs. If you push me too far, you'll be in for a world of hurt."
Seeing his state in front of the media, Lu Feng just felt that this person didn't know how to use the media. Lu Feng slowly raised his hand and took off his sunglasses. At this moment, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
“I don’t know why you’re doing all this on this special day. But as your father’s friend, I feel heartbroken. Money is important, but it’s not that important. I don’t have the time to talk about this with you right now. I want to see him one last time.”
Lu Feng choked up, wiped away his tears and snot, put on his sunglasses, and walked inside.
The sound of reporters taking photos was constant, and everyone's gaze towards Feng Zhicheng had changed. He seemed to have become someone who was inconsiderate, ignorant, and inhuman.
Lu Feng strode forward and stood there looking at Mr. Feng lying peacefully. His hands were trembling, and he seemed to have no strength left. One hand was holding the coffin tightly, while the other hand was trembling as he covered his face, already sobbing uncontrollably.
He choked up, making constant sobbing sounds from his nose, as if he was holding back a huge amount of emotion, which made people feel suffocated. When Feng Zhiyao saw this, his eyes instantly turned red. After a long while, Lu Feng burst into tears, pounding on the coffin with his hands and calling out all the little things they had shared in the past.
Su Yourong was supporting him tightly from the side, seemingly overwhelmed with grief, banging her head against the edge as if she wanted to follow him in death.
At this moment, even unrelated people standing here would think that Lu Feng was the biological son.
Lu Feng ignited the emotions at the scene, and everyone's face was solemn. After a lot of support and persuasion from the crowd, Lu Feng finally stopped wailing and said loudly and sadly, "Such a good person, I really don't know why God had to take him away. From now on, the world has lost a kind investor, and heaven has gained a kind old man."
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