Zhao Mengran had always wanted to know who caused his beloved son's death.
They were just talking, and then, inexplicably, he died; he really couldn't accept it.
So, when Long Yue mentioned that his son died from the same thing, he immediately broke down.
"You... are you telling the truth?"
"Just guessing! But it's pretty close! If Lord Zhao wants to verify, he might have to open the coffin for an autopsy! It's just that Lord Zhao might be unwilling."
"I... I am willing, as long as I can find out the real cause of my son's death, I am willing to do anything!"
Zhao Mengran dared not put on airs anymore, immediately releasing Long Yue and allowing her and Duanmu Nan to go to his home.
Zhao Mengran's home was not far from the Jingzhao Mansion, and they arrived quickly.
"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Don't you dare touch my son!"
"Yes, don't disturb my grandson, let him rest in peace, don't disturb him anymore, he's so pitiful, oh, oh, oh..."
