Surrounding him, there were also many others kneeling.
They were all dressed in coarse hemp and wore mourning bands.
Whenever a guest arrived to pay their respects, they would bow to thank them, and then kowtow to the coffin.
Among the crowd, three middle-aged men were crying bitterly; clearly, they were the sons of the deceased.
"Ring, ring, ring~~!" Just then, Zhou Liulong's phone rang.
In an instant, all eyes around him turned to Zhou Liulong.
He pulled out his phone, ready to hang up the call, but when he saw it was Mei Xizi calling, he realized it must be about the results concerning the Contractor's mischief.
"Dad, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, I'll take a call."
Zhou Liulong spoke in a deep voice.
"Go ahead, work is important, and you've been kneeling for the whole day; take a rest," Zhou Qi wiped a tear and nodded.