The words "Nan Yu" struck all ears like a bolt of thunder.
"Isn't Nan Yu dead? She was cremated to ashes; how could she be here?"
"Could it be a mistake? Maybe someone with the same name?"
"The dead Nan Yu attending a party is rather spooky."
Everyone looked curiously toward the door; they couldn't see anyone but could hear a loud attempt to prevent someone from entering.
They had never met Nan Yu, but they had heard plenty about her lately. She had turned the Nan Family upside down, especially the incident where the wife of the Nan Family was seriously injured and became vegetative.
The person who was supposedly dead was now making a grand appearance at the Nan Family's banquet, which felt undeniably eerie.
Nan Zhou looked up at the door, downed the red wine in his hand, and turned his head to look at Nan Luzhi, his eyes becoming sharp in an instant.
"Nan Luzhi, didn't you say Nan Yu was dead? What's going on with this person now?"
