After walking for a while, Zhou Bingchen felt even more dizzy and fell to the ground.
Before Zhou Bingchen fainted, he heard a knock on the door, the sound of the door opening, and Liu Moli's delicate voice: "Hey, why are you here just now? I thought you weren't coming tonight!"
The scene changed.
Zhao Zhenzhu knelt in the mourning hall, wiping her tears and throwing paper money into the burning brazier.
Zhou Yunyun pulled the corner of Zhao Zhenzhu's clothes and cried with her mouth wide open: "Daddy, wuwuwu...Mom, please let Daddy get up, wuwuwu..."
"Be good, sister, don't cry. Dad is dead and can't survive." Zhou Jiakai hurriedly wiped his sister's tears, and as he wiped, he burst into tears himself.
Zhou Bingchen followed Zhou Yunyun's finger and saw the body lying in the coffin.
Isn't this exactly himself?
Zhou Bingchen was startled and woke up from his dream.
Zhou Bingchen touched his pounding heart and let out a sigh after a long time.
Fortunately, it was just a dream, not real.
In the dream, he died.
How did he die? Why did he hear Liu Moli's voice before he died?
There must be something wrong with Zhou Dazhu's cup of tea. His father persuaded him to drink that cup of tea.
What role did his father Zhou Fugui play in his death?
Mastermind or accomplice?
As the saying goes: Even a tiger won’t eat its own cubs.
His father was more cruel than a tiger. For the sake of his older son, he took the life of his youngest son.
Could it be that... he is not his father’s biological son?
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