"That's not what I meant..."

Xiao Ming lowered his voice and said, "Since Mr. Minghua has arrived and Prefect Huang has given his instructions, please come in."

"Hmph!" Zhao Cheng snorted coldly, nodded to Shi Minghua, and then shouted, "Open the coffin!"

Soon after, the coffin was pried open. Shi Minghua walked to the coffin, took out his tools, and began to examine Xiao Tian's body.

Xiao Luomu wasn't stupid; he was just feeling down these past few days. Seeing Zhao Cheng's resolute attitude, he secretly glanced at Xiao Ming a few times and noticed that Xiao Ming looked very nervous.

Xiao Luomu walked up behind Zhao Cheng and asked softly, "Do you suspect my uncle?"

Zhao Cheng didn't even turn his head, and said, "Everything depends on the autopsy results."

Xiao Luomu shook his head and said, "I think it's unlikely. My father and uncle have had a very good relationship since childhood, just like my brother and I..."

Zhao Cheng interrupted, "Don't make such an analogy. I'm afraid that when the results come out, it will tarnish your relationship with your brother."

Xiao Luomu frowned and said, "Weren't you a little too decisive this time?"

"I said, we'll see how it goes."

Xiao Luomu's fists clenched so tightly they cracked; he was more nervous than anyone else at that moment.

He yearns for the truth.

But I don't want the truth to be as Zhao Cheng said.

In his eyes, the Xiao family was a paradise in a fairy tale!

Shi Minghua stretched his hand out of the coffin, took off his gloves, and walked out of the pit, saying, "The deceased died of pancreatitis."

"Phew..." Xiao Luomu and Xiao Ming breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously. This conclusion was consistent with the diagnosis of the five famous doctors.

“But it’s pancreatitis caused by drug stimulation.” Shi Minghua looked at Zhao Cheng and continued, “In other words, it’s poisoning.”

Xiao Luomu was stunned.

Xiao Ming's expression suddenly changed drastically!