Ye Zhou was stunned. He never expected that the electrician's manual he had given his father would save his life.

But then, "What about the bloodstains on the knife?"

Before Ye Fan reached out, he placed his right hand on his chest, separated his index and ring fingers, and rubbed the skin off the inside of his fingers, slowly drawing blood.

Ye Fan recounted: "The police officer just told us to protect the scene and not to move. He even brought me a stretcher to lie on, and I accidentally fell asleep."

"So that's how it is!" Ye Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Fan joked, "Why do you seem a little disappointed?"

Ye Zhou's tense nerves still couldn't relax so quickly, and he really couldn't laugh at his father's teasing.

"What will happen to the three of us if you're gone?"

The one who asked Ye Fan that question was the same boy from his previous life who faced a cold corpse.

Helplessness, confusion, and powerlessness were vividly displayed in the young boy.

The boy roared his questions, but the cold corpse could never respond.

Ye Fan looked at his son, who was a little too excited. Although he was somewhat confused, he put away his teasing attitude and placed a hand on the boy's broad shoulder, which was already as thick as an adult's.

"Even without me, you can still make your mom and sister live a happy life, right? You're an adult now, and sooner or later you'll have to shoulder your own responsibilities."

Besides, I can't be with you forever. That's life; you never know whether an accident or tomorrow will come first, right, my dear son?