"What?"
Cao Yin always thought that the situation of parents burying their children wouldn't happen to him, so when he heard Long Yue's words, he was stunned.
His gaze scattered instantly, the huge blow made his head spin, the whole world seemed to lose sound, his body staggered backward.
"Bang!"
He hit the table.
"General Cao!"
Li Qingmu stepped forward to support him, with Li Qingmu's help, Cao Yin didn't fall.
He stared blankly into the distance for a long time before gradually regaining his senses. He tried to take a deep breath and calm his emotions, then slowly looked at Long Yue, his voice filled with uncontrollable grief, "Yue'er, tell your grandpa... how did your mother die?"
"Five years ago... she died of illness."
"Died of illness? Humph! Wasn't she angered to death?" Cao Yin's temper flared instantly. His Wan Jun was only thirty-three years old, grew up healthier than her brothers, how could she die of illness?
