You guys...... You guys...... It's not enough for you to harm my son, you have to turn around and harm me, my current son, lying on the hospital bed, not knowing whether he is alive or dead. My current grandson is still at the age of going to school, can you bear it? ”

"No, uncle, don't get me wrong, we're here to investigate the truth!"

The old man's eyes widened with rage, and he almost drove them out.

"I'm sad that I want to come over to investigate the truth, this project is what you are clearly arguing about, you still have to come over and quibble, if something goes wrong with my son, I won't let you go?"

"Really?"

"What do you mean by that? If you don't believe me, don't come to the door! ”

"I mean, did your son leave a suicide note or anything like that night?"

"What do you want him to leave behind? It's not that you're forcing him to death, it's shouting that you're not guilty, is that what you mean? ”

Jing Han pursed her lips, if I was so emotional, if I continued to talk like this, it would definitely be more and more unfavorable.

Jing Han pulled the corner of Lu Cenyuan's clothes, wanting him to leave quickly.

"Let me say it one last time, do you really want to let the murderer go unpunished like this? I admit that I am responsible for your son's accident this time, but I don't think that I am the last straw that crushed him. I say that, do you understand? ”

"What do you say? Who is the straw, you look down on people, it's not such a way to look down on people, right? ”

Lu Cen Yuan smiled and shook his head, this is also even if Xiucai meets Bing, it is unreasonable.

"No, I mean I don't think it's the end that I forced him to die, maybe the murderer is someone else."

"Uncle, come in, my grandfather doesn't know, my father left a letter before the accident."

"My eldest grandson, why did you come out?"

"Uncle, go in, I don't want my father to die so inexplicably."

"Okay, thank you."

The little reporter's room is very messy, and the floor is full of paper manuscripts, needless to say, it must be something that has been scrapped by writing articles.

The shelves are full of books, everything, and it's a pity to think about it, and it's not a young reporter who is greedy for money for a while, and I'm afraid it won't be like this now.

"What did your dad leave behind when he left?"

"Look, uncle, my dad left a letter that night."

The child has not experienced the suffering of the world, those big eyes are full of innocence, Lu Cen saw these big eyes, and he was a little unbearable.

Frankly speaking, in two lives and two lives, he has seen countless eyes. Some people look forward to it, some people resent, and some people are full of hope but return disappointed. These are the little things that are good and bad in the world.

The letters are neatly written, needless to say that the only person in this family who can write such a self is probably a young reporter, his father is already old and can't speak, and he shouldn't know a few words. Although the child is smart, after all, the handwriting written by a young man is sleek, which can be seen from the homework on the side.

Lu Cen Yuan quickly read the letter, bowed his head and communicated with Jing Han, "There is a play"!

There's a play!

What's the play?

Jing Han didn't read the letter, but she probably knew what Lu Cen Yuan meant.

"Thank you, little friend."

Lu Cen Yuan originally wanted to explain a few sentences to the old man, but later thought that the old man was illiterate, and he might not be able to understand it if he took the letter.