Shi Junhe stood blankly three meters away from the bed and seemed to be nailed, unable to move a bit. He just fixed his eyes on the dead body on the bed.

“Father.”

Shi Qingxue’s low voice dragged Shi Junhe back to reality and also attracted Zhang Qiuyan’s attention.

As soon as she saw Shi Junhe, Zhang Qiuyan suddenly got up and rushed to him, crying, “You bastard. It’s you. You caused my husband’s death. It’s your ...