After walking for a while, Zhou Bingchen felt even more dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
Before Zhou Bingchen fainted, he heard a knock on the door, the door opening, and Liu Moli's sweet voice: "Oh dear, why are you so late? I thought you weren't coming tonight!"
The scene changes.
Zhao Zhenzhu knelt in the mourning hall, wiping away tears as she threw paper money into the burning brazier.
Zhou Yunyun tugged at Zhao Zhenzhu's clothes, sobbing uncontrollably, "Daddy, waaaah... Mommy, please let Daddy get up, waaaah..."
"Sister, don't cry. Daddy is dead, he won't come back to life." Zhou Jiakai hurriedly wiped away his sister's tears, and as he wiped, he himself burst into tears.
Following Zhou Yunyun's finger, Zhou Bingchen saw the corpse lying in the coffin.
Isn't that just like him?
Zhou Bingchen was startled. He had woken up from his dream.
Zhou Bingchen touched his pounding heart and finally let out a long breath.
Thankfully, it was just a dream, not real.
He died in my dream.
How did he die? Why did he hear Liu Moli's voice before he died?
There was definitely something wrong with Zhou Dazhu's cup of tea. His father had persuaded him to drink it.
What role did his father, Zhou Fugui, play in the cause of his death?
Mastermind or accomplice?
As the saying goes, even a tiger won't eat its cubs.
His father was more ruthless than a tiger; for the sake of his eldest son, he took the life of his youngest son.
Could it be... that he isn't his father's biological son?
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