At this moment, the door was twisted open by someone.
As soon as Jing Che returned and opened the door, he saw this shocking scene before him.
His father, looking pale and lifeless, lay motionless on the ground…
Jing Dezhen, lying on the floor, struggled to turn his head, his resentful gaze eagerly fixing on his returning son.
His trembling, skeletal hand pointed upstairs at Ji Junxue.
"Mur…murderer!"
Jing Dezhen uttered the words, his quivering hand weakly hitting the floor, and fainted…
"..." Jing Che's eyes suddenly contracted.
Nervously and panicked, he rushed forward to support his father and cradled him in his arms.
Shaking Jing Dezhen: "Dad! Dad, wake up!"
Jing Che gently patted Jing Dezhen's face.
Jing Dezhen didn't respond for a long while.
At this urgent moment, Jing Che's mind was in chaos, unable to bother asking Ji Junxue what exactly happened.
He immediately fished out his phone from his pants pocket and dialed 120.
