"Well, uncle Lin, do you have something to tell me? "Yes?" Li Jianhao asked, puzzled.

at the moment when he asked, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze obviously. Then he sighed with emotion and looked at the direction of ningzhiyuan with complicated eyes.

"Jianhao, just now you heard my son's words. That kid used to be different, just..."

"just?" When Li Jianhao saw that his words had stopped, he guessed that there must be another secret. He asked, "is there any reason?"

"MMM" Mr. Lin nodded, and there was a gloom between his eyebrows and eyes. After a moment of silence, he said: "Yurou died in a...