1911 Don’t Even Consider, It’s Unforgettable (Part Seventeen)

Su Yan nodded readily. "I'll bring her for dinner."

He changed direction when they reached the next traffic light.

The Jiang's mansion was in the capital city. Jiang Shaomei had connections in Paramount, so the news of Old Master Jiang's passing spread quickly. In a matter of hours, respectable individuals and those whom they had collaborated with before came to his funeral.

Old Master Jiang was a highly respected man. The Jiang family had a unanimous decision to hold the funeral in their home.

The entrance to the Jiang's mansion looked like a mall's parking lot—cars lined up all the way to the main road.

But fortunately, there was still space for cars to drive through. Su Yan dropped Su Yue off at the entrance of their home.

"Xiaojiao, have dinner with Uncle. Mommy will fetch you later." Su Yue rubbed Xiaojiao's head. She opened the door and said, "Brother, drive safely."

Then she shut the door.

She looked up and froze.