After Guan Moxin tore off the kraft paper, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly.

"Why? You don't really want to know if your sister is dead, why don't you have the courage to open it now, what are you afraid of?" He spoke to her in a hoarse, deep voice.

Her heart was pounding as violently as it was when she was running. She cautiously opened her eyes and was stunned when she saw the picture frame in her hand.

The framed picture shows a man, an old man, to be exact. She looked at him with a stunned face raised.

"That's my dad. My dad had a heart attack last night and died. He said blankly, taking the portrait from her hand.

"And what about my sister?" she asked, her heart beating no longer so hard.

He stared at the deep-eyed and high-nosed man in the photo, his slender fingers running across Lei Wenhao's face, he looked like his mother. But his mother died when he was twenty-six years old. Since then, Lei Wenhao has never married again. But all this does not show that his father was a single-minded man. He hated his father.

"I was his only son. His face fell silent, and he lowered his eyelids and said, "He's gone." ”

Her eyes widened, and she realized that he was not listening to herself, but was immersed in his world. The person in the picture was his father? She had never met his father, and she hadn't seen Lei Changhao's father since they got married. Lei Changhao is a mystery to her.

"I heard you say that you asked Zhou Ruiming to handle the funeral for your father, shouldn't you do this kind of thing?" she swallowed and said cautiously.

"I hate him!" he said coldly, his pupils filled with gloom, and his hands couldn't help but clench tightly.

"Why?" she blurted out. Although her father has been treating the two sisters much worse than before since he married Du Congrong. But she never hated her father, even if her father made the matter of letting her marry Lei Changhao instead of her sister.

He turned his face, his hands still clutching the portrait tightly, and two black flames rose in his eyes: "Where is he worthy of my mother? If it weren't for him, my mother wouldn't have died so early." You know? When he came back with the child, he lied to my mother that it was a child born to a good friend of his, and because both parents died in a car accident, he thought the child was pitiful and took it home to raise him. But this child was not born to his good friend at all, but he was born outside with another woman. Poor my mother worked hard to raise that child, only to find out more than ten years later that it was her own husband's child born outside. My mother died of depression because she couldn't stand the blow. I swore that if he died, I would never shed a single tear. ”

She was taken aback and opened her mouth: "You mean Yuqing is not your biological sister?"

He realized that he had said too much just now, he had never said these things to anyone, except for Guan Moxiang, he had always thought that Guan Moxiang was the person who knew him best. But now she actually told her sister the same. He threw aside the remains in his hand, feeling like someone was being peeking at him. Without thinking about it, he stepped forward and hugged her tightly, feeling her thin, small body struggle in his arms.

"Your sister is probably not dead. His lips lingered on her thick eyelashes for a moment, and he muttered the words. Feeling that her struggle was not as strong as Fang Cai, perhaps because of the throbbing brought to him by his father's death, or to hide the feeling of loss brought by accidentally revealing his heart just now, he kissed her passionately, maybe only in this way could he get a moment of forgetfulness......