Fu Yunshen's eyes were dark, his handsome profile tensely drawn, his expression more solemn and serious than it had ever been.
Although Father Wen had once done something to hurt him, deep down, Fu Yunshen didn't want him to die.
But the accident happened too suddenly.
When Wen Yuci heard Fu Yunshen's words, her pupils dilated abruptly, and a chill seeped up her spine.
The blood drained from her face, and she looked at Fu Yunshen in disbelief, "What... did you say?"
There must be something wrong with her hearing.
Otherwise, how could she have heard him say that her father had passed away?
What kind of cruel joke was he playing?
Wen Yuci raised her hand and grabbed Fu Yunshen's arm forcefully, her emotions running high, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Fu Yunshen's face heavy with sorrow, he closed his eyes briefly, "Ci Ci, I'm not talking nonsense. Your dad had a sudden heart attack this morning. The resuscitation attempts were unsuccessful; he's gone."
Boom!
