"Is your death related to them?"
As soon as Qin Zhao had asked this, Yao Tengyu's expression subtly changed.
He nervously glanced at the silhouette of Yao Chengshan outside the door and whispered to them, "Don't ask anymore. I'm already dead, and how I died doesn't matter now. I don't want my dad to know.
I just want him to see her true face and leave this place quickly, so he won't get hurt."
Qin Zhao and Shangguan Jing exchanged a look. They both guessed the truth—it was very likely Yao Tengyu's mother, together with her lover, had killed her own son.
Outside, Yao Chengshan suddenly stood up.
"Sit here for a while. I'm going to take a walk."
He said with a hoarse voice.
Once Yao Chengshan left, Qin Zhao and the others knew without guessing that he must be going to the hospital.
"I need to follow my dad."
Yao Tengyu, worried about him, let his soul drift away.
