Yang Hu walked closer and patted the twisted, deformed coffin. "The quality of this coffin is indeed poor, but for your son, it's more than enough."
His words were utterly outrageous. What was Yuan Qingyun's status? Even if he were buried in a coffin made of golden nanmu wood, it would have been only proper. To use such a decrepit coffin… wasn't this a deliberate insult?
At once, the surrounding guests wore peculiar expressions as they watched to see what would happen next. This man's words were laden with meaning, giving them much to ponder. Invited? So, is he from the Qin Corporation, or is he the murderer? And he keeps mentioning a 'Boss'... who is this 'Boss'?
"Hmph!" Yuan Tiance snorted. "Who on earth are you? How dare you treat my Yuan Family with such contempt?"
